Rolling Stone Poem by Dhiren Doley

Rolling down through the wild paths,
Pains, I forget
Rest, I don't desire
Ready to loss my shape
Willing to be broken into pieces;
You may say I fell down from the mountain
You may say I lost my senses

The day you became a river
I became a rolling stone;
Miles, I do not mark
Time, I do not count
As long as you flow
I'll keep rolling
Death, I do not fear
(I have already died thousand times)
Life, incomplete without the one it loves
What I lose if I die but exist
In your breath
As long as you live?
The trees are witnesses that I've never stopped my search
The winds are witnessed I breath in and out your memories

I'll keep rolling until I fall into the billowy womb of the sea
Where you're rushing to
There every drop of your drift will fall on me
Life will find meaning of death
And you know, I'll live thousand years