Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me,
Lurking on the horizon,
My unchallengeable destination.
There is music
Still left in me.
Romancing the impending darkness,
Seemingly an unpalatable indulgence!
What about promises made
To eyes –
Learning hope?
To parched fields –
Waiting since eternity for rivers
To change course?
To invincible mountains –
Challenging to match their greatness?
To hydra headed monsters –
Raising their heads in every nook and corner?
No! Dying now is expensive indulgence!
Small voices whispered,
Giving me a name
My grandpa, his grandpa, my granduncle�
These samplings grown barely
A few feet above
The ground.
Asking, probing, seeking
Not a pursuit of infinite intelligence!
Perceiving, exploring pour
As naturally as rain
From the sky.
Who says I have to die?
I will live forever in every
Inquisitive mind.
I am ready to listen
To that clear call
