You Are Immortal
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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You will be there,
Winds will shift the sands
Away will drift the lands
Your footprints will be hidden
Under debris of time….
In search of a honey drop
They will stop
to find you at the beehive
or in a dusty archive
where tales eons old
will be valued in gold….
Death comes not to spurn,
But to begin a new yarn,
It’s definite
You will remain a part of it.
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