Ever looked up at the sky,
The vastness of the ocean,
The leaves or flowers,
And two lines of a poem
From somewhere —
In a distant memory
Of what you once read
Come back in bits, making you smile?
If it did, and it took you back,
To days better than these,
All I ask your kindred spirit is that
Do not forget the poet,
Who looks up at the sky,
And sees a chariot, instead of clouds.
Do not forget the words,
Woven with hope, belief and imagination
That arises from within the self,
In an awakening of spirit,
Inspiring rebels and dreamers alike.
Do spare a thought, for the names
Lost, struggling, putting up a brave face,
While another dream somewhere,
Shatters into the dust of reality.
©Suranya
