Empires fall
people die
kings and princes
last only in their time

buildings grow old
traditions and mores change
love and hate
all dreams and hopes
all memories and regrets
are mere passing phases

such is life
we meet-
you and I
a few words
we speak
and bid
each other goodbye


but literature is eternal
every human aspect
it does envelop
nature it does wrap
an endless symphony
of words
it does patiently create
our tears
and fears
it does faithfully keep
our happy or sad voice
it doesn't deny


though we are all long gone
to an unknown land
as ten thousand years
have relentlessly sped by.