I am made up of a sentence
with some words.
Moving and moving till my last breath
And vanishing in thin air
With a full stop, a comma
Or a question mark.
Sometime, I may become a poem
With some words
For you to read and enjoy;
Or a message to be thrown in to a dustbin
Which I don't mind
The words contained in my sentence
Are only with love and affection
Towards all living beings.
Yet I fail at times.
There are sentences ended up by a comma
or by a semicolon or by a question mark
Yet, I long for a full stop atleast
Living a life and rest in peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem