Akhand Singh

In few years I would die again, in few years I would reborn

Like the tick of the clock and clock of the tick

I would exist in a trans-lucid form

May be I would rest in peace

Out of this-worldly chaos

In few years I would grow old, in few years I would grow up

Like the sapling of present and tree of past

I would exist in a natural form

May be I would rest in peace

Out of this massacre

In few years the world would change

From nothing to everything and from everything to nothing

Yet I would exist in some living form

Breathing and snuggling the free air

May be then I would rest in peace

Out of the misery and out of this penury.