It’s too lazy to despair—
to feel it’s all gone wrong.
Let every breath turn into prayer,
and every word to song.
The cynics doubt a tidy verse,
as if what’s true can’t rhyme.
Indifference to form’s a curse;
hostility’s a crime.
A garden’s filled with many blooms,
yet flowers come and go.
Within the mind are many tombs,
of dreams lost long ago.
Become the One beyond the I;
may this be our vow:
to live as deathless ere we die—
illuminate the now!
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Nihal Singh