Immortality

Om.

So says the Ishopanishad in her glory

Darkness is path for believer of non-birth

Greater darkness for believer of birth alone

Let us see both as one and one alone

We know from ourselves we are born

From others we will know they died

Pundits prescribed the same fate for us

For wise learn from mistakes of others

By great flood everything get destroyed

Manu alone survived with remaining seeds

Anything we have now are children of them

For seed protects itself by producing more seeds

New seed giver may think it is new one

But seed's essence alone transform itself into new

Can we say this one new or is it old one

In new time it is new but in reality old one

That old one that from which all seeds came

Wise call it by the name of para-Brahama 

Whose system is neither that of birth

Nor it actually follow the path of non-birth

These wheels of Sun is moving like this

In the same wheel parmatma is moving

By hiding itself in seed, making new seed

Making neither birth nor non- birth possible 

Let us then salute those offspring of that seed

Who identified themselves with that one

Let us salute to those words of Veda 

From which Upanishad happened to born

Om ! Peace ! Peace ! Peace !