All those who are asleep now
not dead for good;
like dormant volcanoes
they gather the innate strength
bit by bit, age after age
out of public sight, unnoticed.
One day, all on a sudden
the terrible lava will kiss the soil
with a violent tremor.
They will chorus in unison
and their loud, proud cry
rends the heavy air around;
the deep sound resonates high.
"Hey, look, we all are awake"
"we all are yet very much alive".
They will never scorch the delicate cover
neither will ever pulverize any form.
The cool and tranquil flow brings
the rare sapphire and white pearls.
You may set the precious gems
as and where you please
right on the forehead of your conquered crown
on your exquisite expensive ornaments
or on sleek surface of your
merely decorative interior artifacts.
