Self in Retrospect
What of these instants men are living?
Instants live on and death defy.
Time is the constant not frail humans
Who recede and die.
Turn back the leaves of your life’s volume;
Study each page in retrospect.
Who is that person found depicted?
Him whom you expect?
No. It is not your youthful image
But is a ghost intangible,
Someone with whom communication
Is impossible!
