Just like that little girl
who merrily left
after briskly erasing
those neatly done sums
on her little black slate,
I too will leave one day
erasing everything at once
with a smile that can hide
all my pain and forsake my this very life.
Like the powdered white chalk piece
now gone without a trace
I too will crumble into dust
and disappear leaving no trails.
But even then
Is everything erased from everywhere
and vanished for ever?
Do not the erased sums
still exist in her mind
as symbols, numbers and figures?