A handful of soil

I am but a handful of soil,

moulded a few decades ago,

and infused with life. 

To the mother Earth, 

I belong. 

The Mother Earth, 

which is apparently

a hundred trillion years old:

the core, the constitution

some four billion years of age.

So going by the Scriptures, 

my life will be over,

long before Brahma calls it a day, 

long before Vishnu has taken a breath,

exhaled precisely,

and long before a nanosecond 

has been ticked in Shiva's timeline.

Born and then reborn. 

Over and over again.

A very ephemeral life, 

one beautiful existence.

That alone be the aim.

Linking with Dating Earth

Rab rakha 

Welfare unto all