Moment Poem by Sadhana Mishra

This moment; in my hands,
-the smell of the burning wood.
-the taste of the wet soil,
-the color of the dew drops,
-the voice of the silent rocks.

This moment-I am alone.
This moment -I am deserted.
This moment-I spring back.

This moment: in my hands,
-the breath searching for life,
-the lips hunting for thirst,
-the eyes looking for trust,
The moment it IS; The moment it WAS.

I pray; to within.
I smell; fragrance of life.
I listen; sleeping nights.
I weep; to eternity.

The moment; in my hands ripples away, to the next moment in my hands.
and i am no more.