Oblivion

Far extending meadow A wild brook flowing whimsically At the northern edge of the meadow On the bank of the brook flowery bushes Mysterious with blooming shadow-flowers Air engrossed with the aroma Midnight moon coming down be seated On a branch of an old Peepul tree In the centre of the meadow appears Some people sat making a circle Going there saw a corpse Covered with a snow white cloth Made of moonlight thread The clumsy devilish fellows Sitting around the corpse gossiping And swinging.. Sudden gust of wind removed the cloth Face of the corpse clearly seen Woe is me! I know the person. Whenever I stand in front of the mirror See the reflection of that face... A blue wave of oblivion touches my forehead Within a moment see there is nothing Only a cloth as white as snow flying Crossing the brook flying Flying over the sluggish moon...