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The two great friends Birth and Death
Conspired for humans, Lament and Breath;
The natal twinge the infant could never express
The soul’s departure nor the body could digress;
A rare MIRACLE, a life in life
Grows up to experience the worldly strife;
A child takes no time to mature fast
An adult leaves the post for he cannot last;
The wrinkles force to quit for Gen next
Their epochs are quoted in various texts;
Exit and Entrance prudently divine
Folded in mystery the unseen time.
Abha Sharma
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