Changes

When I passed my first school of learning,
I buried a person of young dreams.
So I passed many stages,
The days said goodbye and the faces disappeared.
Sure I learnt one thing,
To chase the horizon for the evening star.

When I passed my college,
I buried another person.
The days passed like lightning.

Now I am slowly dying everyday,
I am afraid to look in the mirror.
In the mirror I see a cruel face,
With smears of blood and sweat,
Eyes burning with remorseless lust,
Pointed teeth ever ready to tear away lives.
I see a face of a half dead beast,
A face whose every wrinkle speaks of business,
Business of dead bones in the graves.

And yet when I am alone,
From the deepest ocean of oblivion,
The innocence of the past and the lost faces appear.
And then I hear the songs of the green fields,
And I remember the lonely river of winter.

Days passed, things changed.
Only my mother still sees in me,
The same fragile child she brought to this world.
But that child died long back in me.