Is it?

Does a leaf float silently down a river,
Does the moon whisper to the parting day,
Is it possible to pass on quietly,
When someone always has something to say?

Does melting wax envy a flame,
What do we wish for at a requiem,
Is it possible to pass on quietly,
Knowing one memory is someone else’s dream?

Does the sun falter while setting,
Does a crescendo really crash,
Is it possible to pass on quietly,
Knowing that all leaving is a flash?

Does one truly feel proud,
Can one really be sublime,
Is it possible to pass on quietly,
When everybody has been somebody’s fool sometime?


** The line 'Everybody is somebody's fool sometime' is taken from Abhishek Mishra's blog (with permission of course.) You can read his blog at: http://bigshakes.rediffblogs.com