even though the path remains.
Not all grass gives green meadows
though the earth has raindrop stains.
Not all trees in storms do bend
and not all men in troubles do drown.
Some seedlings do thunder fend
while some men deserve a crown.
We are entangled in a web
made by the heart and the mind.
Each to us, their own ideas gave;
Blinded by light, truth is hard to find.
We have created our own hell
while flowers blossom near our feet.
One's own mistakes, hard to tell -
When we and our conscience meet!
Let some clouds cover the moon -
You may fail; keep up your tries.
Good times will come very soon,
so in darkness follow the fireflies.
Prasenjit©2022
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