oodeyaa
6 лет назадThe Birth | A poem by @oodeyaa
Everything is changeable and nothing is stable.
Everything is perishable, though seems permanent,
The change of birth and death is notable.
And the life is full of struggle and strife.
The world does not lack of virtues,
Vices cannot exist as per rules.
With a lot of efforts.
While ignorance is destroyed,
And knowledge remains present.
But knowledge remains inactive until instilled.
The aim of birth is to achieve knowledge,
The realisation of God is to acknowledge.