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Thanks Dikshak-ji, Madhu-ji, Murali-ji, Prasad-ji, Subbu-ji, Balgopal-ji, Vaibhav-ji, Vijayan-ji and Gobind-ji for your comments. Appreciate your kindness. Subbu-ji, you are very right in the absolute sense that when death has been conquered, there is no more any body. But, if we refuse to grant the body a relative existence, then the poem can't exist and we can't discuss it. So, let both remain together with death. Actually, all us Advaitins agree that there is no death either.
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A phiolosopher and a poet is a great combination right there from the ancient times of Rig Veda!
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i enjoyed it. v gud.
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Beautiful poem!
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with the 'advaitin' even death must have had its existential realisation!, the least - a death scare unto death itself, an existential crisis!
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Dear Madathil ji,
It is indeed a pleasant surprise that the day I was wondering where were you, so long absent from Advaitin, your post arrived intimating your poem on Death. I like the poem, however, this is somewhat puzzling me:
The next time your food is ready
I will call you, till then wait
Is it not that when Death has been conquered there is no longer another body? Am I missing any of your hidden sentiments here?
regards
subbu
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So this is what is conquering death. When your body is no longer fit to function in this world u call it death. We make a big deal out of it. But still I don't want to die.
Good work and interesting subject for every1.
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Enjoyed your part of conversation.....
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Applause...
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Very true ! great work
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