Category : Poems

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The hidden truth behind the clocks ticking;
has not fully been determined yet;
Life in itself, is yet to be examined;
nor has existence been tested.

One who has lived a thousand years;
couldn't give life a precise meaning;
One who has been dead;
is yet to find out what life means.

The poor, rich, ill, healthy;
has no word for it;
Existence in itself is dogmatic;
if only life had a picture. 

To live, die and be re-incarnated;
would that mean life and existence;
To have something to be remembered by;
Memories to be cherished;
A dear person to be missed;
And the desire to return back;
Is what I would call life and existence. 
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