To the Master

It was strange
When they said you had died.

I think, I stopped for a moment.
Then I felt nothing had changed.

Funny,
I felt guilty
Because I was not sad.

You only went home
And I will follow someday
When time has stopped.

Then I probably get to know
Who I am,
Which is not different from you.

But it is, too.

 
Poem by Rajendra