You ask us, why we move?
It is to declare, we're alive!
Would you ask the Earth, why do you spin?
Sometimes we become a tree!
Wave our branches,
As wingless dry-leaves, we fall
Yet after falling, we keep moving!
Di not step-on us!
Our moves, we call it, 'breathing'
So, it never stops
You stop the song, to check with our beating-hearts,
We'd make music!
What'd you do, then?
Our moving, needs no one seeing
Needs no claps as appreciation
Cos this dance is not for you
Sometimes, we become a river!
Tearing-forest, making-way
We shrink & spring, jump & jog too!
Do not ask a reason why
Had we known, we'd become mortals
Crawling-cloud... Sprinkling-shower... Wriggling-worm... Boiling-bowl... Roaming-beast... Burning-peak... Soaking-raven... Rising-tide... Rushing-hour... Changing-time!