Earth's HealingEarth shall heal, The vaccine is already here And what is to be, Shall be! Yes, Death shall still weave Its subtle poetry Around us And Life shall still make of us Slaves of its consciousness Even if it realises not That it is, Itself, A slave of its own! Earth shall heal though, At least, it shall, in its own ways, Even if nature shall still be destroyed, Even if its resources shall still be abused of, Even if some strata of the society shall Still be disadvantaged, Even if diseases warn not before they strike, Earth shall heal, And it shall keep revolving For as long as the subtle forces Guiding her, will want her to! After all, Isn't such the very essence of life, To keep going regardless of The stones pelted at it? Solo SymphonyMy only companions are solitude and music In the first one, I find time to forge my inspiration And in the second one, I channel my art Into powerful notes moving enough As to stir up the sleeping soul of Earth itself! Music remains my passion, that form of art Which paints sunny days in my darkest nights And which bids me to embrace life In a comforting embrace, Even if all it offers me are the thorns Of flowers which have been plucked By some lucky hands! When I indulge in my own solo symphony I shrug off the weight hanging over my head, Constantly pushing me into the bottomless Pits which pave up the paths that have been set For me and I become, the mighty Apollo, With my notes, so emotional at times, And yet, so moving and enticing at others! I know, lovers listening to me hug and kiss each other I know, the lost souls listening to me, shed some Hidden tears While those basking in happiness, Whistle along to my tunes, Feeling my art pulsate in their own hearts! Why, Solitude and music shall remain my only companions For as long as my breath would live in me, As I feel like I live only in them! My Fears The state of being dead scares me not
As, It has been written in holy books, That being in this state Requires being made of another nature, Having forgotten everything That makes up the human and physical essence! What scares me Is what comes before being dead; Going through long term disease Or suffering the blows of an accident, Or even undergoing the horror of Crime and abuse! The world is a most scary place And I keep making of my hymn up: My imminent departure, But since life is stronger and mightier I do wonder If I shall be allowed a smooth exit Or if I shall have to go through My destined path, with the heart Of mighty lioness having grown Way too old to fight Mighty creatures of the forest, Hungry for what remains of my flesh!
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