Poem : Legacy
Walking through this crowd, full of inconsequential chatters, and not discussing what matters; myself, by an aura of calm, I surround, when noise and colours are all around. For I am afraid of what is about to come, as we have stopped caring for our legacy. Knowledge is what made me, and legacy is the burden I bear, whenever, to freedom, I come near. But it's a burden worth bearing, present is a moment, too small for caring. It's past that we are leaving behind, adding our deeds to our legacy. Time passes and everything ends, we exist finitely, between an infinity, a life, existing with death, in unity. Chaos ensues, order fails, legacy's destruction, ignorance hails. A future built upon darkness is what awaits when seeds of shadows a re sown in our legacy. - Sushant Kumar Das