24. Ideas
Ideas
Ideas
May be of yours or mine
These never die
Even after our deaths
They cling to us
Like babes to the breasts
Our ideas like birds
Keep floatng in the sky
For endless time
In search of our souls
Awaiting their next sojourn
To new human vessels.
When you and I
Will take new birth
On this planet earth
These ideas will return
To us as our blood cells
We may or may not
Recognise as much
These will definitely
Recognise us.
