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Sakthi Ravichnandran AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET MAYA (ILLUSSION) Mother and brothers are fictitious will they come to the last? The car and the home How long they will come? The wife and kids Will they come with me in my death? How far their cry is real and How far their affection is real If we ask these A big silence will be the reply All our belongings and relations Will be around till we breathe our last Thereafter nothing stays, all disappear Everything in this earth and Every one in this earth are illusions They did not exist in your past And neither will they in your next All are illusions and all will vanish As bubbles in the running water
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