I have been here since long, not knowing how far I’ll go
I could be here the next century, or I could just be no more
While I’m alive, I may not necessarily be living
And when I’m no more, I may not have expired
I acquired this body, got some clothes
I celebrate that day, and it’s of no use
Who can ever say when I was born?
Who can ever prove my soul would be gone?
I have breathed and played and lived before
I’ll be living after
When I had no arrival, I won’t have a departure
I have dwelled in matter, I’ll live on forever
For my soul, I live on…
On, and on… I’ll live on!
No comments:
Post a Comment