The Wisdom of My Ancestors

The Wisdom of My Ancestors

BY Kalpna Singh-Chitnis

Our ancestors appear beyond the horizon, offering wisdom,
a reminder that the only thing permanent in the world is impermanence.

All shapes and forms dismantle. All shades and colors faint.
Every sound fizzles, and every touch is meant to be void
at the end.

I do not know where I have come from, where I would go,
the day I’m void of touch, color, sound, and form,
which identify me.

The only thing I know, I come and go.
Someday, I will rise on the horizon to tell this story to my children, continuing my journey.