Spirit Never Dies Poem by Kranthi Pothineni

My skin may be rumpled.
My eyes may have lost its sight.
My hands may be shivering often.
My legs may be trembling to move.
My trunk may be lazy to support.

My time may be near to end.
My nose may stop to breath.
My heart may stop to beat.
My soul may start to perish.
My trunk may be ready to burn.

Still I admire my rumpled skin.
Still I see through my lost sight.
Still I work with my shivering hands.
Still I move on my trembling legs.
Still I support my trunk with my spirit.

Can this time end my spirit?
Can anything stop my spirit to breath?
Can the heart stop my spirit to beat?
Can the soul make my spirit to perish?
Can this trunk burn my spirit?

My spirit is my time.
My spirit is my breath.
My spirit is my heart.
My spirit is my soul.
My spirit is my support.

Until its there I am there.