Listeners | Poem

You’ve rested in arms of love, Death said.

You’ve learnt treasures of this world, Death said

In the moment,

When a baby comes out of womb,

It screams for going back somewhere,

Where it feels comfort of infinities.

Stay for a mirror to shine, Life said.

Stay for your soul to go blind, Life said.

Shobo stared in his darkness; preparing

For a battle with the creators; resting in gallows

He spoke of a lover, yet to surface.

Deathra, did he touched your soul,

So you rest in the house for another morning?

This is how a soul remembers,

With breaking and creating a body.


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