The Seed Of Death Sprouts Into A Tree Of Life Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

Neither the sun rises
Nor it sets
Only when I turn back
The ignorance engulfs my eye
And I take myself to be the darkness

Having no line of escape
I paint it with all hidden colours
Of sunlight
And turn the cemetery
Into a well designed habitat
Where a wave of pleasant pain
Blows like soothing air of spring
Where beautiful flowers
Of different colours
With their fragrance invite honeybees

I flow with the current of time
With dance and music
Rising again and again
In the painted darkness of the night
Till time comes to set at last
In the eternal daylight.