I TOO, SHALL DIE
I TOO, SHALL DIE............. That fine day, there shall be no morning walk, or long yoga practices to keep himself stiff, steady, energetic and healthy. The tender grass won't be sad, for he shan't tread on it. The birds might try to find him for they love his poetry, and the brown dog might miss the comfortable scratch below its neck and on its back! The flowers await for the boy who carries their fragrance to his guru's feet and they too wither away. The fishes miss his gentle touch, though they swim away showing off they don't miss him. The blue skies and the waters beyond where the boy used to gaze feels without attention for he was a beholder of the beauty and colour with all depth and height. When he was around there was a certain enchantment, a rare ambience of peace and joy. Dreams, too die, along with him, for they were alive in his tender eyes which could dream, vivid dreams and see great visions. All that was his was now an