A Stone Poem by Rajesh Gurung

A river ran through
this valley once
giver of life
A cherry tree
shaded many a dalliance
wafting intoxicating fragrance
colourful flowers
danced to life's rhythm
with an explosion of hues
Birds gave wing to tunes
their small breast swelling
molding, melding hearts
Their sojourn here is marked
now by but a stone
which outlived them all
a lone funereal stone
detached and unaffected
by life around it
it will be gone too
nothing to mark it's existence
when everything becomes dust
But will it matter in the end
what you have given
what you have got
what you have taken
what you have not
when the universe
envelopes us as a speckle
into it's ever expanding bosom?