Beauty of the words are they escape the clutches of meaning, 

Like a feeling restless to sit for even a second; 

As liquid as the waters and as fragrating as air - 

Never stationed, ever constructing yet prophecying a judgement day : 

Unable to hold two ends together, yet binding with vital force,

Living within the hearts of perception amidst glorious changes of - 

An upturned vessels hiding secrets of life, unexplored. 

Lisping a great monumental event, which would be forgotten : 

Like the newspaper articles which change every day. 

Time holds no record, man locks them , 

Ignorant of the nature of things which defies creation. 

Especially, lacking in awareness of leaving it behind ' 

Auspicious or Despise, they all shall merge in unity of death.