The play is all,
To meet and to depart.
At times it feels like a flowery bloom,
Not all the days are to be cherished…
For life is uneven,no short of gloom.
While we deny our only Unity,
With the only light; our Creator.
So we are bound to strife throughout,
For the unfulfilled expectations…
And false pretence of being owners,
Its only in the end it reflects…
That You and I, all are loners.
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