Written on - 25 April 2021
Published on - 2 May 2021
The sun welcoming the workers.
Children laughing in the fields.
The dark ally filled with lurkers.
Where the darkest secret wields.
Being a passerby,
With nothing to give,
Nothing to take,
I passed by.
Where the church bell chimes.
There in the grave lays a relative of mine.
The pretty girl in the dress dancing around.
The poor girl in tatters lying on the ground.
Being a passerby,
I passed by,
Having nothing to give,
And nothing to take.
The world goes round.
The sun rising in the East and setting in the West.
The weather changing.
The beautiful nature underground.
We all are passers-by, a passenger,
With nothing to give,
Nothing to take,
Nothing to owe,
Nothing to lend,
We will just pass by.
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