Between Birth And Death Poem by Indira Renganathan
Between Birth And Death
Years many gone and
Still going.Some dead, some old
The infant will not crawl again
Towards the end
Rain stops.A desert burns
No shade to rest
Tears turn volatile
Bring in dark clouds which
Abolish sensing in darkness
Birth blooms like lotus
As if all knowing. Death grows
Day by day as if unknowing all
Life is just between
The two poles like a bird on an
Electric wire that's shot unnotified
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