New leaves have started spurting,

on a brown dead timber membrane,

rejoicing with new life, new blood, new veins,

but reality still remain in its mind arcane.

Thoughts, that although I am bright green today,

better than fellow cells and all visible green,

but will these joyous days will be forever?

and will I still be the best at all beauty seen?

Regaining conciousness is the biggest gift,

when we realise we all are one,

and this worthless sowing of hatred and inequality,

will be beneficial to none.

You are here for few more moments,

from blooming spring to falling autumn,

why not live with love and kindness?

rather spreading this gruelling numb.

Can there be world, when for this brief time,

people will value their soul more than this dime?

valuing worthy love, peace and happiness,

rather running in this senseless paradigm?