My main notion would be relevant to the oppression and cruelty of life, the grief or sorrow faced by people belonging to various shades of life, optimism and pessimism in a mixture and death.
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I once met a spirit,
Of a man who was dead,
'How is the Afterlife?
Why do you walk the Earth's tread? '
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He was born, it was the inception,
He was a first-born, it was the exception,
Two more took birth, it was the contradiction,
His parents died, the young lad was left with dejection.
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Shoved to the brinks of devastated anticipation
I back my pack and hit the station
No longer am I me
No more am I the person I used to be
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The sky was like a pitcher,
The clouds were like a husk,
The Sun fainted and sunk,
To inaugurate the fall of dusk.
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She lay under the sky's blanket,
Lost in thoughts, she came from a banquet.
A poor girl, but a magnanimous soul,
Yearning to find her whole.
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