Hey! Listen To Me...
Heart tells you the story of love,
And hands let you feel the hugs,
Eyes see the particles of admiration,
And legs let you walk to your destination.
Hair let you sense the sensual zephyr,
Soul seeks for an eternity desire,
Through nostrils you inhale aroma of spirit,
Travelling with thoughtful mind in greater speed.
Wrinkles foretell the tale of impermanence,
And greying hair bring aging sense,
The dimming eyes are the symbol of waning,
With deaf ears share the anecdote of withering.
Walking stick becomes your companion,
Everyone else around you is dominant,
You cripple from a corner to another,
Looking through window memories you gather.
One day you fall on earth and say goodbye,
Akin to autumnal leaves flying down the sky,
You pride, ego and wealth will be buried in the soil,
That you have earned from dawn to dusk in toil.
Your picture will be smiling on the broken wall,
But you will never respond to any call,
As you have walked out of the earth,
For not to come back in any birth.
©® Bagawath Bhandari