The Eternal

The Eternal 

The feeble recoil for once

Follows a stamping thud

Then the course decides

To die within undug furrows

The partially shrivelled petals

And some dull nascent buds

Sigh as they get fall in grave

As the soil covers the last view

One side continues to behold

Even through the opaque mud 

Of the severed tangibles called life

The sound, touch , smell and sight

All freeze and flow adrift with urn

What remains behind is spilled sap

That oozes out every now and then

Visible to the parched ground 

And invisible amidst happy sands.

The clouds happened to drip today

After the meadows were watered

And some seeds that were long buried

Bore tiny sprouts of sweet remembrance.

Delhi

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