The outer world is all an illusion,
a moving picture screen of events showing broad.
People things that come and go in fusion,
it appears so gripping, that one gets ensnared.

Fact is nothing exists outside,
naught that one can rely upon.
Everything is subject to change and glide,
right from the moment one is born.

Its strange truth nobody gives you company,
when you breathe your last.
Parents, wife, sons, daughters, friends and any,
property, wealth, and the rest, everything is matter of past.

When would one be joggled and react?
to the very un-deniable fact,
that self is real true and eternal,
all else is a play of consciousness false and ephemeral!