and what’s left to say?
Where there is love, there is detest.
Where there is acceptance, there is rejection.
Where there is life, there is death.
Ballads of life are sung with the tones of hope and pitch of love. However, death and decay aren’t the chosen stories which have yet reached the pedestal of eminence in our hearts. Where life & esse continues to be the best-loved genre of poets and soneteers, establishments of ruination & obliteration have always garnered condolences, grievance and empathy from appreciators. My quest is to substantiate the pillar of death alike the songs of life and hope are sung. Here’s an attempt to glorify the two sides of life & the magnificently feeble fringe of nature.
It is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
– Rabindranath Tagore
Like petals of a flower, life shall spring at nature’s benign touch.
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