August 3, 2016
A bubble in the ocean, A cloud in the sky
A grain of sand, A blink of the eye.
Its all that we are, Its all that we’ll be.
Cause our lives are small and momentary.
We know that we’re here for a very short while.
On this bundle of life, On this wondrous isle.
We realize full well that stasis is fickle.
We have only this moment to prove our mettle.
When we do realize this truth, so profound.
When we do perceive that we won’t be around
For long, Why do some of us pick the color red
That makes our blue Earth bleed?
Why do we let red play havoc on us?
Why do we lose so many people thus?
Why do we make our fragile lives
Even more so, with guns and knives?
Its time we mend our rigid hearts
With love, part by part.
Its time we make our existence worthwhile
By strengthening our lives, fragile.
Mysuru, Karnataka, India