- April 29, 2021
In these dark times I have here a piece of my heart… Embrace it should it embrace you. Or ignore should it not…
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