Why woods yearn for this holy rot
Every falling leaf believes in birth
Of life in death’s immortal thought
Hearts bleed out pain in every hearth!
Why faith of fear should be despair
Instead of hope in every soul
This too shall pass like every year
Bestowing beauty legacy ole!
A farmer sows seeds of new dreams
In the farm of faith nurtured with care
Behold how Mother Love redeems
New age of life and death’s affair!
I hear the nightingale intone
Imprisoned in enigma’s thrall
I see new life in every stone
In The First Day Of The Fall !
© 2023 Vikas Chandra