Friday, March 23, 2012

Nothing is Ever Lost

Nothing is ever lost; the pebbled brook
White graveled, barren, and all season dry,
Suddenly springs to life with July rains;
The windblown seeds that float on summer days
Like witch’s hair, drop softly on the ground;
Buried in catacombs of earth, they lie
Almost dead, but not quite: when the rain falls
They wake from verdant dreams: They were not lost.

Life does not stop: sometimes it stands frozen.
Though all that you have done may seem wasted,
Though delicate dreams have shattered and your heart
Feels reluctant to leave the broken ruins,
Nothing was lost: your efforts did not fail.
The strongest ice will melt, the sun will shine:
Though love might not find reflection in life
Yet kindness will meet kindness face to face.

Diptesh Ghosh

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