A Glowing Polar Star

A Glowing Polar Star

 

In eternity, life has value in the sense that

Whoever thinks that he cannot die,
But he thinks life is material,
When it has a separate world hereinafter.
The person who has guilt in his mind,
He thinks of power, name, and fame,
Like mindfully ornamented to be lined,
 In the wake of death, but they never know,
A different shadow of the Meadow,
It has recently become down-to-earth.
And the cloud when rainfall is handicapped
In the icy water, like the fallen sun.
For everlasting life with dignity.
Death is like a universal beam of light,
As if it is always glows and never dims,
To evaporate the vapour inside the sun and the moon,
Where the glowing light is never wiped out.