My skin may be rumpled. <br />My eyes may have lost its sight. <br />My hands may be shivering often. <br />My legs may be trembling to move. <br />My trunk may be lazy to support. <br /> <br />My time may be near to end. <br />My nose may stop to breath. <br />My heart may stop to beat. <br />My soul may start to perish. <br />My trunk may be ready to burn. <br /> <br />Still I admire my rumpled skin. <br />Still I see through my lost sight. <br />Still I work with my shivering hands. <br />Still I move on my trembling legs. <br />Still I support my trunk with my spirit. <br /> <br />Can this time end my spirit? <br />Can anything stop my spirit to breath? <br />Can the heart stop my spirit to beat? <br />Can the soul make my spirit to perish? <br />Can this trunk burn my spirit? <br /> <br />My spirit is my time. <br />My spirit is my breath. <br />My spirit is my heart. <br />My spirit is my soul. <br />My spirit is my support. <br /> <br />Until its there I am there.<br /><br />Kranthi Pothineni<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spirit-never-dies-2/
