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Saturday, October 14, 2017

Perennial!

I am here for a moment and not more,
Oh the rivers, they are perennial, water ever so pure.
I look around and I see immortality from my mortal eyes,
One glance I see the plains, one glance the mountains rise.

Far away from the truth, my life strolls on,
While the centuries in the mountains roll on,
Asking me, what is your significance, why this pride,
Even the soil is humble, infertility is its second bride.

There are moments when the visage dwarfs and humbles,
Says to me-Do you really know how the nature`s cookie crumbles?
Maybe I am a city rat and I am doomed to not understand,
That my life is a myth of seconds, a castle of brittle shape and sand.

Perennial is the goodness and the work of the greats,
Which I have forgotten somewhere beneath the closed mind and modern weights.
Truth be told, my ego is what has lived on the longest,
Even my bones creak now, not the strongest.

I know only my work and my words can be perennial after I am gone,
Not the skin and the body, a suit which everyone`s forced to don.
But I am sure I will be born again and well,
For perennial this soul is, I say-let it dwell.

Random Musings...