‘I have tasked myself’

I have tasked myself
With undetermined amounts of pain
I smile at the beholder
I look for no gains.
One transitions, like a tree’s slow death in the fall
and rebirth in the spring
To all those walking alone,
The birds they continue to sing
They soar in sun’s light
Not to consider, all the while they cry
Letting their beautiful songs
Fall on the dead of man
Who waits to be reborn, but this winter remains long
and it took too much of his soul to continue to smile
The birds they continue to sing, all the while.

© Copyright Mani Amar

About Me
In self-reflection; I can honestly say all that is good in my life has been a direct result of my artistic expression. Be it through writing poetry, prose, or philosophy, through painting or photography, or through filmmaking, art saved my life and it can save yours.
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