Not Yet Dead
There is a reason.
There's a reason why
people come into your life.
Just like leaf on a tree,
which change, as the seasons pass by.
Some stay mere
yet impose strong influence.
Some stay forever
With absolute no existence.
some become thorn
To protect the rose from being plucked.
some spread bitter
To arouse the spartan
who deserves to be remembered.
You are son of the universe,
daughter of the mother land.
Just like all trees and stars
who shade and fade.
yet have the potential
For the sky to invade.
With all pain that comes across
the feet leading should never stop.
Never get disdained, even for once
to be a shadow of the moon.
As the black is unfurled,
For the stars to be perennial.
This is autumn,
Prepare for more blood to shed.
But believe in your opulence,
For the spring is not yet dead.
Copyright © Saswat Mohanty | Year Posted 2020
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