Eternal Life


Life acts just like the mother shell,
It takes in lap the drop of vernal rain
Unless it change the drop to pearl
The Shell is worthless quite and vain.
If Self can pick its faults, perfection seek,
And for its perfection mount a guard:
Such man is likely to have lasting life,
Perhaps, death may not claim him as reward.

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