Dance Of The Duals Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Take anything under the sun,
Take churning depths of an ocean,
Along with nectar of life,
There always comes venom rife.

Duals come dancing all along,
Silence and sound dance to sing song,
Perennial twins, take dark and light,
So be the twain, pleasure and plight.

Only when life burns out in pyre,
Death's ashes do the new life sire,
Life and death nesting together,
Birds they become of same feather.

Things all come like coins from same mint,
We humans have or not a hint.
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Reflections |05.11.2017|