The Unending Game
Million forms of the formless And yet they are the same Million colours of the colourless Playing the same old game
Thousand waves that strike a day Trying hard to gain some land Endless efforts go in vain Invincible stands the rule of sand
And then to roaring seas I ask "What do you boast of all day There is no song of glory to sing You try in vain, the world does say"
Smiling at me the giant said I seek no songs, no glories, no praise All those are transient, they come and go It is the joy that forever stays
Where is the joy you talk about In this never ending game? Never shall you gain an inch The land shall forever be same
What do you think of the sand below Lying beneath your innocent feet? Weren't they rocks, years ago Smashed by the game of approach and retreat?
From rocks to stones to pebbles to sand And all the snow in all the land With stories untold, come to me To loose themselves and merge with the grand
One day, to me, you too would come As a part of this unending game And so would everything under sun But I shall still remain the same...