Nothing Remains. Why Waste? Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Nothing remains --
saying so, she picked up all the grains that got scattered on the ground: by chance,
yes, the strength has been on the wane for long,
but they were to be picked up and collected.
Why waste?

Nothing remains --
this is true now and for ever.
Why waste --
true too, now and for ever.
Reconciliation flows from wisdom.

Flow: how do you analyze?
Streamlines and streak lines,
or turbulence and boundary layers.
Every molecule has to pass
through the unknown.

Reconciliation:
through an unknown space:
Nothing remains.
Why waste?