This is how I sit.

The path is longer and bigger
Than me
The trees taller and branches wider
Than me.

The house is bigger, larger
Than me.
The temple's higher, more imposing
Than me.

The village is more spread out, more beautiful
Than me.
The sky more boundless and fathomless
Than me.

I'm little,
Only me.

Those who know
Say I don't exist at all
If I exist
They say its only this and that.

This little me
I don't understand anything.
I am neither a poet
Nor a philosopher.

Those who know
Say I don't exist at all
What is it?
What is it?

In this vast space,
I'm not even like a drop, a speck,
Perhaps I don't exist at all,
Who knows?

9:37 AM 29 May 2000
Putli Sadak