a poem by Soumya Prusty

Where do I go
When I am asleep?
Where shall I go
After my death?
Where was I
Before I entered
My mothers womb…

I see a young leaf
Coming out
I see an old leaf
I think the leaf knows it…
Does the leaf have a soul?
Does it know God?

And the answer to
Where have I come from
Or where shall I go?
Here, here, here…

From the lap of eternity
To the lap of eternity…

And between this
Coming and going
What you see
Is just a materialisation
Wrapped up
In time…