Go. Bury me in some dark country of your mind, and your body.
Hide my songs in your silence.
Cover my touch with mud and sand.
But you forget, I am the seed,the kernel, the essence.
One night, when you are tired of this crazy world,
and your heavy eyes shed moisture,
I'll sprout.
In your mind, and in your body.
I'll sprout. I'll grow.
And I'll become the forest.
Go bury me nicely.
in your mind, and in your body.
photograph borrowed from https://www.pinterest.com/pin/532269249682862752/
Hide my songs in your silence.
Cover my touch with mud and sand.
But you forget, I am the seed,the kernel, the essence.
One night, when you are tired of this crazy world,
and your heavy eyes shed moisture,
I'll sprout.
In your mind, and in your body.
I'll sprout. I'll grow.
And I'll become the forest.
Go bury me nicely.
in your mind, and in your body.
photograph borrowed from https://www.pinterest.com/pin/532269249682862752/
I could feel the gush of emotions.very powerful
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thanks. whew. great wardrobe yours:)
DeleteTo me it is a very good concoction of rebelliousness and passivity, birth and death, white and black.. It completes the incomplete.. I really liked the line: "And I'll become the forest."
ReplyDeleteReal good.. :)
Thanks Aman. Yes... a concoction you can call it. keep interacting.
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