By Adrija Bandyopadhyay
Sometimes I am the golden sand on the beach,
Carried away by the blue waters of the ocean.
Sometimes I am the impecunious floating cloud,
Sailing past the richly laden vessels on sea.
Sometimes I am the vigilant night owl,
A spectator of the loquacious silence around.
Sometimes I am the luminous fireflies,
Guiding one through the dark imaginings.
Sometimes I am the timorous snail, dwelling inside a rough exterior,
Yet possessed within is the softest of hearts!
Sometimes I am the fragrant red rose – the very epitome of beauty,
Covered with agonizing thorns to protect my chastity.
Sometimes I am the mirage of an unattainable dream,
Envisaged by thy troubled mind.
Thou knowest that I am a puppet in thy hands,
Yet thou loseth control upon thy own self!
Thou a part of everything in this universe;
The macrocosm’s contained in thee.
Without thee knowing, thou destroyeth thyself,
And strike at the very root of immortality!