Fan is going Round and Round
Shravan is watching up and up
Still fan is going, Round and Round
(Song for Shravan when we he was an infant on the floor while we were changing his diapers)
It is not strange, it is no wonder
That I am born, that I am scared
I was here before, what if I remember not
I have died before, what if I still deny
The waters in the ocean, have bathed me once
The forest fires, cremated me with honor
This earth I was born of, still kisses my feet
The tree I breathe of, grow even without me
It is still not strange, that worry gnaws my heart
For the lives that feed me, I keep burning to death
I scorched the earth and polluted the water
I brought harm to life, even lives like mine
It is no wonder, that I realize inside
I have destroyed, the future of my child
For I am this life inside, not the man on the mirror
For I created nature with purpose, and kill it with none
I stay not awake, I am not claimed
I am whatever, I dare not even know
Life's many achievements, to me hold no meaning
For what we accept as truths today, tomorrow may be lies
Your running that race, pursuing that girl
Your winning that game, loving that child
Your money, your power
Your cribs, your opinions
Your desires, your passions
Your goading, your loathing
Your resentments, your fights
Your memories, your learnings
Your patriotism, sacrifice
Even your aims and thoughts
They all mean nothing, for with you they die
They all mean nothing, for life's a lost battle!
It is only Time that lives on, and it carries with it values
It carries with it soul, the output of your true self
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