It is a cliché to say I come with nothing And with nothing I will go. It takes all these years Before I realize the truth. The hustle and bustle of an Indian airport! I sit alone in a corner of the departure lounge And feel very lonely; The truth sinks in Like never before.
How I come here – There’s nothing I can do about it. But I often wonder What I am And why I am here. I hear myself ask – Ready for your going Since you will go Any day, any time?
Yesterday is yesterday; It’s dead and gone And is beyond repair. All things change And we with them; If we don’t We are as good as dead. I have to stop to be a man Living in the past.
Tomorrow is dark And this my own future I construct it today. Reality is the gap Between one’s dearest wish And what actually turns out. Real life is full of such gaps.
I am very much mistaken about life. Why, I have a friend here. What a great thing it is To have a small place in somebody’s heart! What can I give to life For all the things it has given me? I have spent my life with my nearest and dearest And I will die a peaceful death Secure in the knowledge There will be flowers Or a candle burnt on my grave.