Life begins from the seed
once planted
emerges as a flower
lives like a rose for ever
then merges in library books
in pages
as times memory
who was he//she!

''We never think of our departure too!'' -----some one said this

No this is wrong
we all nearing the cemetery
think of it
knowing fully,
well the time has come
but we,
most of us wonder
about those who we leave behind

what will happen to them
and
would they continue
as candles flickering
in the wild tsunami c wind
wanting to follow along

as the last journey
can only be accomplished
by all
and
alone