O inquisitive heart !
You wonder and ponder ,
a lot on How to be immortal.
Is the way passes through the greatest power ,
Or possession of innumerable measure?
Or to the divine charm and worldly beauty?
Or dedicating your life to duty ?
You desire to offer bards
An epic to sing and a tale to recite,
long after your shiny dark hair
turned into a a mist of silver grenite.
Listen to me O noble soul !
A non-judgemental gaze ,
often a compassionate praise ,
Offering a shoulder to distressed,
And helping hand to oppressed,
Lending a gentle ear ,
To who suffer inscrutable fear,
Soothing words to calm insecurity,
In terbulent times some assurity ,
kindling hope in a drowning heart ,
Dropping Moment of joy in child's Cart ,
Every instance of a kind deed ,
Is how you sow an eternal seed .
Its your softness that will shine,
As the Deepest Etch in stone of Time ..