We will carve stars on the body of darkness
We will compose songs for lovers
We will blossom in the autumn season
As buds of hope
We will sow seeds of compassion in hearts that have turned to stone
We will be around you
As a bonfire in the harsh cold
You keep your eyes open
Do not fill your eyes with tears
Because I have carved stars
On the body of darkness!
© Arvind Srivastava,
India
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