We sat drinking coffee.
You asked me if I ever felt
I had been forgotten by the world?
I smiled at this unusual question.
As the birds vanished into the sky.

I think life is what it is.
Caught in the snare of love and pain.
The streets are also what they are.
So are people, the trees,
the flowers, the rivers and mountains.

Day by day, do you notice
all this life around you?
I am as forgotten as life.
Sometimes, I sit with my
pen and my journal.
And write down my thoughts.

Wherever I am, I am part
of the universe.
I am as forgotten as the universe.
However, I have a world
beyond the ups and downs.
And the numerous moons and suns.

A world of spontaneity.
Of the self and the way.
This was born within me.
It is born within us all.
I am never forgotten in this world.