Births and Deaths
Minutes are born
in the death of seconds.
Days are born
in the death of nights
Nobles are born
in the end of devils
Sacreds are born
in the ruins of tears
Nothing is end
here once forall
our sleeps are deaths and
our wakenings are births
Sorrows and glees are
His endless plays
Tears and smiles are
His awards and beats
Understand my man!
to overcome your grieves.
SakthiRavichandran
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