For one and all do i address <br />that life is more than the terror <br />of time and the regress. <br /> <br />Do I find the moment to live <br />beside the souls deadened and mute <br />and know the pompings how to forgive? <br /> <br />And there I see the chains of name <br />Who fail to live, rise above game <br />And beg to be read for name and fame. <br /> <br />The bards real sleep silent <br />Beside the bed of fair of fame <br />And laugh over the shallow gallant. <br /> <br />A garden bright waits for them <br />Where weeds are reduced to dried stubs <br />And wreaths of love wait for hundreds of gems.<br /><br />Harish k. Thakur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-one-and-all-the-poem-huntarians/
