The saplings of sorrow
Ooze their heads in every garden
Not yours and mine only
The heavy fruit of grief falls
In your and mine lap alike
Tears like courses of great rivers
Flow in the same direction of ocean
The spells of darkness are darker
In corner of every house
Sun shines equally bright
Whether it is you or me.
Bowed my head today in reverence to
The rejections washed up on my shore,
Turning me humbler as the time passes
Profanities hurled of the worst kinds,
Not enough for the dignity of lifetime
The cruel betrayels and ugly deceptions
Left footprints of a gentler honesty
Multiple encounters with the flimsy death
Made living worth one million times
For fragile death is momentory but
The majestic life always goes on.
Tanya Shukla
