Echoes

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Echoes

Poem

In me now echoes voices of times forgotten,
From muted stone and the lone indolent tree,
Their struggle to become, breathe and see.
My body their heir so assiduously begotten.

My breath is offspring of a suffocated fish
That dared exceed its watery world in a leap,
By repeated death made lungs for air to keep.
In my daily breathing I fulfil its dying wish.

Innumerable many stake claim of my feelings;
The plant’s dream in rose, the bird’s love notes,
The wondering simian and deep musing sages.
In my daily living are fulfilled their dreamings.

My mind and thought are brimming with fires
Kindled on altar and bosom of a dateless mind,
Its ardour burnishes me to a luminous kind.
My mind a stallion-fire wielded by immortal sires.

O Soul of the ages, who seest all and remembers,
Marshall each call and plaint that went unheeded,
In my aspiration and breath may they be remembered.
May ever be annulled all cries and salted tears.