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Breathless

With each sunrise,

we strive to survive,

But meanwhile,

Forget to infact live!

Each moment running in a maze,

Collecting things, in a blind haze.

Glad to be ahead of few,

Saddened by being behind of few,

In our self view.

Let’s be still for a while,

Don’t worry

We won’t be behind, by any mile!

This life is not gifted to amass things

We won’t be so lucky,

To carry them along,
On final journey,

Where we all belong!
We appeared in this life cycle,

Empty – handed

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