Cowards and the brave lie dead in the dust,
Their pens long dry, their swords into rust.
Their fears and jeers, their trophies, tears,
All missing in action, all friends, all peers.
So find beauty now, this haunting moment,
Give it your greatest, know the portent
Intends to lighten tonight, ease today's
Opportunities and joys, varieties, ways.
Brave, love the coward, coward, love your fear.
For all that all are, a resounding cheer.


© Sanjib Basu