Life's Enigma Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

Who cares
Whether I live
Or die?

Beyond the crests of the first few seconds
Your care will linger
Till on my lonely grave
The colours of the flowers have faded,
The flights of my ashes have from this lovely place Wiped all traces of my fragile existence.

Do not blame yourself
This is the way
The world is.

Like the blossom that builds its whorl of petals
Life weaves garlands of hope
Trussing them with filaments of love
Dearly but vainly
Wishing for them to live on.

Here immortality is a false dream.
Here the river runs a short race,
The brook sings a short ditty
And the bird's flight does not last long.

Still somewhere, love
Tucked into this very fragile existence
Wait a wise secret:
The same immortality denied us here.