When can I forget losing my mother
Perhaps, only after losing myself
When should a flower merge with the sand
Still watching the plant remain.

When should I remember the shock of my birth
Perhaps, only with the last jerk of my breath
This cruel universe has been kind to me
To allow me to live more than I desired.

The bubbles in this boiling water
May transform into the sky
And when the sky gets boiled in bubbles
Life may not recreate.

This water here may disappear
The life which millions seek
Is not here forever to recreate
Those who seek the answers are destined to die
In the search for their own answers.

Those who seek no answers from the world
Are only walking corpses with no answers.

The robot civilisation is here to die
For its technical errors in heart and lungs
Another world may not be possible
If we can not preserve this world at least.
And listen to the shock of our birth as a gift
For the many unborn shocks yet to arrive.

K.P. Sasi is a film maker, writer and a cartoonist

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