One day you die, then,
The Heaven and the Hell are the one to speak
and others then decide, you to keep.
Sleeping trees they will be there and share.
In Silence, they will stay in wait.
Chirping will not stop.
One should not fall,
when feelings fade in no sun.
For some in dark.
You are
The Golden Sun.
Warming from the cold.
None replace such a blessing,
None holds the right,
to dim the lights
and darken the paths
when no sun
warms those bright smiling hearts.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi.
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s