Poem : Legacy

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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 are sown in our legacy.

                   - Sushant Kumar Das

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