Spring Can Fade

We never chased for earth,

though we sometimes felt to be under of it,

the soil, the grasses, the stones.

Every season makes and steals,

but we remain still as it has been our fate since last spring.

Up on the earth, our black stones shine, under rain and shedding tears,

but we never hailed to feel their songs as we were buried to breathe with no pains,

no smiles and no hopes.

We are ancient,

our names are being sculpted on our gravel stones,

so that our existence never fades whether the spring can,

and so we often think that the gravel stones are more soft hearted than flowers.

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Debadrita Sarkar is a writer and poet based in India. She has published two chapbooks " Nature And Life : A Chapbook " and " Short Poems For Everyday Life " , published a Microchap " Metamorphosis Through Living " and started a poetry series " Selected Poems of Solitary Thoughts ". Her writings get featured in The Hindu, The Statesman, The Prosetrics Literary magazine, The Eternah Journal, The Crietrion, Everscribe Magazine, The Mad River, Brief Wilderness, The Paris Post, The Ultramarine Literary Review etc.