Reincarnation

Reincarnation Wear was frayed, colour was fade, had begun rotting, it's threads. It looked so shabby, that bowed down my head. To change it, I did decide, people say I was died. It was not able to support me, thus I threw for the new hunt. Didn't look behind to know, whether it was buried or burnt. Being eaten by the termites, people say I was died. Dressed in the new costumes, now I look a new gentleman. Greeted by the new people in a different new domain. In new costumes I feel pride, people say I was died. If this too, goes old and frayed, I won't have any hesitation. In replacing again for the new, you may call it reincarnation. To see the new dawn’s light, people say I was died. - D. D. Tiwari