Life Eternal Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

What do I care if mountains topple and rivers flood!
This body falls and disintegrates!
I was not intended to last for a day.
I was here before the planets,
The mountains, the rivers and the waterfalls!
Before the first flower that ever bloomed.
I have seen many a day rise, their sheen,
Like the will- o'-the-wisp, disappeared into the dark nights of hopelessness;
Rivers swallowed by the thirsty cradles of the parched earth.
Here is but an hour or so,
Nothing more than a sunrise and a sunset!
I know of suns that never set,
Of flowers that for ever deck the locks of timeless valleys,
And songs of love that echo through the panoply
Of unchanging and multifarious sceneries.
Shed no tears on passing pleasures.
Like the shivering beams of the midnight moon,
They vanish in the relentless whirlpool of time.
My life stands on its own, fearless,
And eternal, unpropped by the frail presence
Of recurring phenomenas.