THE EARTH: AN INN

The earth is the inn,

 Into which I walk in,

 For a brief stay as a traveler,

 For some countable years.

From where I come,

To pass this short vacation,

 After completion where to go,

 I do not know.

But I am certain of one truth,

That I will have to go away from this earth,

 The way many like me come, stay,

 And willingly or unwillingly went away.

When I painted the period,

Of my stay in this world,

On a canvas representing time infinite,

 It becomes a dot invisible to my naked eye.

 The earth’s life being a day,

 A spark of lightning is my stay,

When to do so many things I feel confused.

 During this brief and unpredictable period.