Generations to generations
like in a relay race
we’ve entrusted ourselves
with the task of
piling up the fallen leaves of this
giant umbrella like tree called life
and setting them
ablaze each morning.
The more we pile up and burn them
the more fall by the next
morning
and we continue with
the self-entrusted task
of piling them up and burning them.
We expect no rewards
no remuneration, no thanks
and despite all those
this task has become
a part of our life or destiny.
The leaves go on sprouting
it is a non-stop process
like the job entrusted
to us by ourselves.
The ashes of yesterday
never appear today
since they fly past lands to lands
that too a never-ending cycle.
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