Moments would langurously fly
Happiness could fleetingly evaporate
Overwhelming this unknowing mind is
This point in life of time.

When painstakingly it stands still
Flowers do not breathe
Streams do not caress
Birds do not chirp.

When a happenning is an improbability
You do not remember
You do not waft in
You do not arrive.

The past is so near; choiceless
The future is so distant; choiceless
Dehydrating the spirit fiery
Renunciation is on the cards.