Where Are We Going. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

In this world everybody is going away.
Going to jobs. Going to play.
Forever going away.
Dying and going away.

Is someone coming?
Someone coming back from the unknown?
Someone fresh and clean and soft.
Like a baby.

Oh yeah.
The sun is also coming.
Everyday.

Waiting still for something else
Is near to the second.
Nobody is coming back
Only the arrows that are
Released from the bow.

How long will someone suffer...
Till the diseases that take us in.