End

Like the quiet morning ray of sunshine
That steals a look at the world -
A peek under the clouds

Like the fiery little bird
That raps at my window
Only to fly away 

Like the brief smell of moist earth
That wafts along 
To even my insensitive nose

Like my favourite blog 
That just stopped
Reasons I can't fathom

Like my grandad who died
So rapid it all was
I still wonder about the cause

All good things 
Come to an end
You possess none of them, no.
Neither little birds, aroma and sunshine
Nor free flowing ideas and human lives

But I'm just glad
I met the wondrous people
I saw the glorious sky
I had those brilliant conversations
I felt the waves rush by
I heard the weird bird noises 
And even the neighbourhood din,
After all, its part of the good old world we're in. 

Once I realize that I can't possess
I find that the world now troubles me very less.