Because at the end
We all are temporary
Just like the sand
About to be washed away by the
Blows of the sea
There will be a time
When the world will destruct
And there will be a time after that
Where none of us will be remembered and
The afterlife of memory will surrender
There will be no Buddha, there will be no Jesus
No teachings of Allah, no followers of Shiva
That day may be years away,
That day may be tomorrow
But neither will the day be remembered, nor will there be any sorrow
Because at the end
We all are temporary
Just like the sand
About to be washed away by the
Blows of the sea.
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Unworthy Silences
PoetryThere are some feelings which can't be expressed. Some feelings, that can't be addressed. The unknown melancholy, the untimely ecstasy. The heartbreak of a song, Or a love that went wrong. These feelings have no rooting source, no refined cause. But...
