Poetry:
Mahesh Paudyal
The Last Song
It has been long
I have been making songs of my woes, and singing them!
There's a single rapture yet to be accomplished now
And a single cosmic melody
Waving through the codes of the rainbow to reap;
Also waiting is the exuberance
Of the last dormant note of my breathing.
After that, I shall myself become a song
And die out in the ancient burbling
Of the river of the universe.
Translation: Poet Himself
