Immortality Poem by Green Peace

Immortal I want to be,
By giving vision to someone who would be able to see.
His darkness would flee.
And from all mercy and helplessness would he be free.

He would visualise the snow-clad mountains
Of the Himalayas
The fountains, the peaks, the hills, The Statue of Liberty and Bengal's Bay,
The thick forests of Gir jungle.
The Ganges whose delta forms a triangle.

The chirping birds, the fluttering butterflies:
And at the slaughter house the innocent,
harmless creatures cries
He would wonder at the moon and the dazzling
stars at night.
Also in the hour of dusk he would rise
by the sun's light.

He would see the sparkling sun like gold,
Ever refreshing and never to be old.
Green emeralds, golden yellows, pure reds,
red rubies, sunset oranges.
Life is an intricate network of all tragedies,
comedies and fabulous fallacies.

He would juxtapose antithetical views
the happy and the sad,
The good and the bad;
The bliss and the sorrow:
The friend and the foe.

The revenge and the forgiveness,
The dull and the brightness,
The give and the take,
The join and the break.

The hatred and the love or affection,
The wrath and the compassion,
The miser and the generous,
The free and the superstitious.

He would also notice the murders,
assassinations, stabbing infanticides,
Polygamy, polyandry and poisoning,
Oh why give sight to see such violence,
hatred and repining.

I live after my death by my eyes.
How I feel it is of the hour the highest price!
I hope one day the recipient will also be the donor
And help someone, someday see all the colours.