Truth Of Life.. Dusmanta Choudhury

 

Oh my loving dear !
Please listen me here
I begin to tell you
The truth of life in words a few

There is moon pulse in left nostril
And sun pulse is in the right nostril
Between them ,lies the Susumna
But the pulse seems not so fine

Vigneron is susumna so called
If the wind comes to vigneron
Through the Eda and Pingala pulse
It is duly arrested in the mind

Vigneron cooks wine in two rooms
Fastening with barks like bride in arms of grooms
Likewise pulse arranges the wind
And fastens the mind in susumana
And the best delicious and ever pleasant wine is cooked

Those people, who drink the wine
Govern the death and death like pains
If the tenth door is opened
The conscious mind avails it there for wine

The customers rush
If they see the sign
Of selling the wine
At the door of the vigneron
The vigneron displays the wine
In as many as sixty four pots
The customers appear
There is no break

When the tenth door is opened
The conscious mind arrives
As a customer itself
And the sixty four pots of wine
Are sold out and finished
And complete silence is found
There is no chance of any word

There is a tiny hole at the top
Of the wine pot
And the customer sips through it
With no sound
Oh my Dear
Follow me what you hear
If you want to see the God
And reside in the heavenly abode

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