Life is so familiar,
But death is a stranger,
A darkness unknown,
A road untravelled.
The ocean of life is familiar,
The turbulence of waves is familiar,
But what lies beyond the horizon is unknown,
Life after death is a strange territory.
The clouds are familiar,
And torrential rain is familiar,
Sunrise and sunset are familiar,
But death is a stranger.
Seasons are familiar,
Spring and summer,
Autumn and winter,
But the seasons after life are unknown strangers.
If this life is a dream,
If death too is a dream,
If this world is illusion,
Then everything is familiar but strange.
Vasudha Pansare