LIFE
Life you won’t be able to keep track of me.
For the momentum I have picked, won’t let you see.
My dancing presence anymore.
I have become a vortex with vacuum within,
which has sucked all my sins.
I had remembered things,
but were labelled rubbish by beings.
Now you will only find love,
flying tangentially as white doves.
Their flapping wings creating a beautiful song,
further resonating the universal tongs.
Thus Life goes on and on.
Whereas I would be gone.
(c)sunita grover raina2021
01/04/2021
