From big to small
Everday's crawl
A priest's chant
Dimunitive lant...
It all ends up in silence!
A flute playing among dust
No one to fill the air;
Thirsty is it's neck
Wriggling to get wet
So unfortunate it is!
A brook so young in hills
Flaunting it's rage in Himalayan chill;
Meet it's equanimity in plains
Approaches the deltus slain
Ending up it's journey...
The dawn was never so young
Accompanied with chirping decibel
Rose pink skies has lot to offer
It will change with time's rebel
And here comes the dusky dusk...
Everything (it) ends in silence
Even we lifeless and empty;
It marks strength and guilt
With many more stories to be built,
It's the greatest truth and it will end up too!
"The water in the vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark.
The small truth has words which are clear; the greatest truth has great silence."
-Rabindranath Tagore
