Rohit Nalluri

I,

Who am made of life,

Made of peace and strife,

Made of things that grow within me,

While myself diminishing,

Approach the edge

With every breath;

I,

Who am made of earth and sky,

I am filled with death.

I,

Who am made of things I’ve seen

And all the things that remain to be seen,

Vacate my life

With every breath;

I,

Who am made of love and joy,

I am filled with death.

I,

Who am made of hopes and dreams,

Am also made of the time I’ve been

Given to meet these distant goals:

And approach the edge

With bated breath;

I,

Who am made aware of life,

I am filled with death.

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