The Day On The Tract Of The Life Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

An account is stretched out suddenly
Before my face
Telling
What it was and it is what
Will happen

Then I started writing,
Which letter of the alphabet, in my life
Am I writing?
Is it the letter in the middle
Or the letter at the end
I am at my wit's end.
Then, I move and move, counting the days
To reach the destination the last letter
In my alphabet
Folding my soul carefully
Into an envelope to be delivered
To the address unknown.

I am now sealed and ready being packed
I am with a address written in a language
Not known to me
Waiting for the postman to take me
To the address unknown