Where is death?
There is decadence
It is revival.
Who has tasted death?
Only others raise hue and cry
Paint ghastly and scary!
Life rooted in soul
Its roots never ever dry
New saplings sprout
Sword can't cut
Fire can't ever burn it
It's eternal.
Time tormented
We live under illusions
Ever frightened!
Inspired by Sarada Kuchibhotla; s poem ‘Everything under this Sun will die'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem