Rising From Ash

The past is burnt, life is feathery, Burning the trunks, grass and leaves, Powdery residue is left under shadow, No hope is dead as we are rising. We are rising to grow in fearless mood, We are now leafless plants but strong, Mercy of rain of spring will fall on us, First summer's fire has burnt a little. We are arising passing through a change, Birth and death are truth we accept, Trunks are burnt in fire means we are not dead, While soul leaves a body this is burnt to ash. Soul is self luminous light and eternal, This carries hopes to find new life soon, Seeing clinkers in trunk we do not bother, We are little plants just born as cute babies. Beside there is green garden waiting for us, We shall fly in sky having new green leaves, Leaving a little feather a bird has flown, Some are crying near ash, some are smiling. © Kumarmani Mahakul,06 March 2018. All rights reserved.