Do not blow life into a dead mind
that has not just renounced life but
denied there could be any beauty in it
that when the smallest of fires is lit within
will make the heart beat faster
the butterflies in the stomach flutter
and suddenly there is Sun in every diamond-like dewdrop
the Peepul tree has tender leaves again
the cold refreshing breeze blows through the hair, and
the flowers are fragrant once more...
Yes, do not blow life into a dead mind
that has forgotten how to love
lest it hurt all over again
lest the rains fall, and
tears never stop flowing
Let the cold winter be
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