In these dark times I have here a piece of my heart… Embrace it should it embrace you. Or ignore should it not…

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It is but a season, though a season it is. 
A pall of gloom now, where stood a blue sky.
Yet, amidst all the death around, there is a death, 
To which my countrymen, you and I must never die.

Sorrow is a conjurer, turns too much to so little,
Hardens woe to numbness, then tears will run dry. 
Yet, to the memory of these pyres burning, 
My fellowmen, You and I must never die. 

Only constant is change, a lighter air will come. And we; 
Breathless no more, when this has passed us by. 
Yet, to these dying cries for ja mere lungful, 
My dear hearts, you and I must never die. 

Answers to questions, then questions to answers, 
Where the fault lay, thinking heads will pitch a try
Yet, to that unasked ask of looking within, 
My soul-friends, you and I must never die. 

He did it, not I, its easy to blame. 
Have we not created, then believed this lie? 
Yet, to the blood that has tainted our hands, 
I beseech, you and I can never die. 

Hope is a lonely warrior, alas, alone he won’t survive. 
Fallen, but with lessons learnt, Tis certain he will get by, 
And then if we solemnly promise history, to never forget, 
To such a death, in times to come, you and I will never die. 

• Vikram Bhatt