My Short Life Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Sometimes, when I go for a walk,
Along the path to the river side;
Buds open up into majestic flowers,
And a golden ray shows up as a guide;

I trust the ray and walk on and on,
Till I reach the bed of moist sands;
Where dew drops rest in peace and
I collect some with the cup of my hands;

They melt away and make a trickle,
That runs down my hands and fall;
To vanish in sands like my life will,
Someday, ending my morning stroll.