For One And All The Poem Huntarians Poem by Harish k. Thakur

For one and all do i address
that life is more than the terror
of time and the regress.

Do I find the moment to live
beside the souls deadened and mute
and know the pompings how to forgive?

And there I see the chains of name
Who fail to live, rise above game
And beg to be read for name and fame.

The bards real sleep silent
Beside the bed of fair of fame
And laugh over the shallow gallant.

A garden bright waits for them
Where weeds are reduced to dried stubs
And wreaths of love wait for hundreds of gems.