Echo

Every  beginning comes to an end

And every end has a new beginning

Things mortal have an expiry date

But their echo lasts much beyond the date

What we do comes back to us

Nothing is kept back from us

Life is nothing but an echo of sorts

A tad louder than the sound of our hearts

Birds and animals chirp and roar

Echo enriches the notes that float

Each makes a difference for sure

One voice less, and the jungle mourns

When darkness descends

In the silence deep

Lives go half awake, half asleep

Waiting for the next day to begin

One life is not sufficient

To recompense one's misdeeds

They haunt one in several rebirths

 And their echo robs one's peace

Echoless remains the life

Lived pure and meaningfully

Not even a whisper we hear

Though so much good it did

Such a one is alone

Without even a shadow or echo for company

He plays his assigned role

Fully yet wisely

And then in silence departs

To live in the heavens eternally!