By Sushmita Das

I am ephemeral.

I have spent my whole lifetime,

Hoping;

To break free of this mortality,

Hoping;

for a taste of ambrosia,

a brush of immortality.

But,

What’s written

will come to pass.

I fell,

Like the angels before me

Spiralling down,

No hope left.

I fell,

Suddenly

There’s green around,

It’s beauty if there was ever,

beauty in this harsh world.

And I,

am to nurture it.

I am Ephemeral.

But also,

I am life.