In search of life
Living starts-
Cryings, laughs words, deeds
Get under way-
Meetings, partings, gains, losses
All will have sway-
Many mates
Many routes-
At times noise
At times silence-
Pictures seen
Events happen
Things done-
There has been never ending news
There are so many moves-
Is living meant for life?
Is life meant for living?
In search of life living goes on…
As it goes on, living ends
Its search too ends-
A thing that has started, ended
With the nature it has blended
From nil to nil
Traveled will!
Has life been found?
Question prevailed!
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this is one wicked composition my man... We walk towards our end with that question in mind, and at the end, what do we have? An answer that blends with nature when it's our end...