Circle of Life

By S.Viswanathan

When my time comes I shall know.

The Earth upon which I walk

will prepare to feast.

For ages, the bones I sucked,

the flesh I tore, the fruits I chewed,

and craved for more,

shall depart,

piece

by piece.

Likewise, my spirit that lusted

and raged for wealth and fame,

will be put to rest.

The storm shall return its sand to

the dunes,

As the wind simmers down, merges,

and swoons.

In lands far across, another like me,

shall fancy himself his destiny,

and he too shall swirl, hurl, twist,

and whirl,

for he too shall respond to his mutiny.

If this indeed is the Circle of Life -

Then who was born?

and who shall die?

By S.Viswanathan