I shall fall like a dew drop
on surface of an endless ocean.
If speck of dust I am
then why do I dream of immortality?
Even Sun with its infinite power
does not dream of immortality.
Then why do I?
Dew I am born, dew shall I die.
Who can build house of immortality
on all-consuming wave of time?
© Arun Maji
Painting: Lee Bogle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem