Dead touches life !!!
Inside the cold earthly chest did
lie,
A winged seed with half an open
eye,
He saw but dark and breathed
too hard …
Alone he was alive, all alone
he sighed.
He spoke to the leaves past
buried and dead,
To the flowers withered and
the shed.
They told him their tales of
life and death …
Like to a baby cozy in the
bed.
The trodden wailed at the
solitary being,
Fearing his future would be as
theirs had been?
Whether he would survive or be
one like them? …
Whether he would grow up out
or mere lie therein?
The dead then wept, all night
long…
And the little seed rested,
listening their song!
Their tears gushed to nourish the slept ,
With two sprouted arms, he
woke next dawn.
He giggled and wriggled for
next few days,
And the dead touched life in
several ways,
The earth then opened …
And the tender entered an all
new space!
He lifted and lifted and rose
and rose ,
Like heeding to some
sorcerer’s force . . .
his flowers , leaves and
fruits and roots …
Whose each part , god himself
chose !
All was well …until autumn in
drew ,
Dry winds replaced the morning
dew…
His flowers then withered and
fruits too fell..
He went mad with rage, without
a clue.
He called for the heavens and
cried to the god,
“my beauty snatched , what was
my fault ?,
I m such naked , unable to
stand ..
‘ve come here to seek help my
lord !! “
The clouds went heavy ,
listening him yell ,
And the kind god gestured to
end autumn’s knell …
Laden clouds bursted into
tears ,
Over the pleading tree , they
fell !!
Pulled back to life , in joys
swayed ..
Again his features laid , all god made .
his little seeds sprouted
somewhere underneath,
So many plants sprang up in
its shade!
The tree rejoiced to look all around,
Seeing his little children
adorning the ground,
He never thought this beauty
would time bring,
Alone afterwards, he himself
not found!!
Thereafter to god , he never complained,
Of falling flowers and
dropping fruits,
For he had known…from his older
days…
That the dead touches life in
several ways!!
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