The flowers wither when its time
The sun disappears in the horizon
People known bid goodbye
Objects held dearly deteriorate
What then sustains
This thing called life
A burden to carry
Alive yet dying
The questions pour forth
Creating a turbulence in my mind
Disturbed I faint and accept madness
Overcome by these torrent of thoughts
Suddenly the flowers bloom within
As the spirit brightens the mind
People populate with love
And play with the objects that arise
Ye mind! You are a wonder
Constantly changing and playful
Your games I see now
Wonderstruck I bow down and pray
May this realization last forever
Asato ma sat gamaya
Tamaso ma jyotir gamaya
Mrtyor ma amritam gamaya
Om Shanthi Shanthi Shanthihi
