Poetry:
Shreeom Rodan
A Long Life
On the pretext of living
I am flowing as a river
And standing as a mountain
At times,
Transformed into a cascade
I am seeking a long life
In reality, I wanted to be a stone
That fragments on being crushed
Breaks on being battered
And joins, if tried
At will,
Something that would stand
As a high hill
That can cap itself in snow
And become a bright mountain!
