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
Copyright © S.D. Tiwari | Year Posted 2022
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