In the beginning –
I was a white paper,
majestic, white and pleasing.
I was filled with ink of multitudes of colors,
crushed between two hot sheets.
My whole body was burning,
like in a hot coal fire –
but without any smog or soot.
Then, I was looked upon
examined by disappointed eyes,
Crumbled, fumbled and tumbled.
Then, I flew into lazy river,
wet, cold, damp, squishy.
Finally,
I am at Nirvana.
now I lost myself.
no longer exists as me,
rather just part of the flow.
