I have little time to spend.
Each minute, each second,
Each breath I take,
I must remember.
For before I meet my creator,
I must find myself.
I have seen the sun set over endless horizons
From beaches bearing sand whiter than snow.
I have felt my feet shiver
As I look down from mountains in the company of clouds.
I have witnessed creatures so queer
That they fell the most vivid of imaginations.
The mountains; the beaches;
The jungles with queer creatures,
Yet not satiated, still unfound.
What if this voyager, having counted,
Each minute, Each second,
And each breath,
Met his creator
Before he found himself?
By Anirudh Dalmia
Painting by Nineta Vretou