Immortality … SivaSagar, Indian Poet
Before it ceased
the seed reassured a harvest;
Before it dropped off
the youthful flower promised
of a definite produce with a smile;
The reeking forest fire avowed
raging towering infernos;
And the dusk, holding hands while receding
assured a promising dawn tomorrow…
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Immortality is a bliss…
Taking Time into its warm embrace
It pledged a promising new world.
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