The grass's transparent dew raincoat Was torn as people walked along. The butterflies and that single goat Brought a tranquil; reminded a song. The nameless flower's identity Was forged by the honey it had. By dusk it will be gone. Its entry Was not long before. My God! I don't know why that dog is so Restless, though it goes nowhere. It roams, barks seldom, readily goes Behind any who show a bit of care. The brook that once was, also brings Questions so many, but who cares? Will see a building with many wings Housing some birds. Thats nothing rare. The day starts and soon the streets Are filled with people of all ages. Their footsteps remind that giddy beat I had when I stood in a few stages. In the end, I have that one question Which looms large; with it I lie. Nobody else asked you that question. Where were you, when I died?
Life indeed is short. The one question answered not. I have one too.. "Will I be that, if 'I' died ? Poem to ponder,RGS !
While mine was on love of a poet and about breaking the myth that one knows everything after death, yours is more philosophical, @PavithraS. Reminded me of that eternal question - Who am I? Thanks for your quick and introspective feedback. -rgs -rgs