Revival Poem by Harish Srinivasan

If all that withers
had the might
to rise and fight
shouldn't amity flowers
that vexing sun-dried
-their fate defied?

If all that is torn
-of cotton and wool
is restitched and worn;
why can't broken dreams
-seeded yet sorrowful
envisioned in earthy realms.

If all that is lost
-a fragment of past
shall find itself;
will not the human values
-held a utopic truce
reshape like an elf?

If all that dies
- in a new dawn
could respawn;
shall the human vice
-minds broken morally
also accompany?