(This, I should have my detractors know….I will never be intimidated or daunted!)
I couldn’t be bothered
if nothing ends with me…
when my life dissipates!
Do flowers ever cease?
Their fragrance in an eternal waltz,
never vaporising in a seamed vault,
and returning each spring!
A Phoenix can tell
even if he is made to fall
that he will live to tell again!
Does the wickedness believe
it can still each resurrection
against a divine will?
I know what I began,
when the curtains rose on the grand opera!
I was not just its phantom;
if you realise the masterclass
and masterstroke of the ceremonial master
that has its cryptic indentations on the structure of the Universe!
My soul can rest easily
on the gravestone
as much as the fiery pyre
And what’s within me is warm, no furnace,
but a welcoming hearth
whose love can’t be taken away
as if the procession of the kindred ones
are a part of my progression
that can’t be taken away from me
even if I am recklessly and ruthlessly plucked away!
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