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A Sense Of Waste

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Though death is not an end
Still we cry when near and dear one dies
But I do not because of the fact of their dying
I do feel sad when I see, they did not know
What life was! Though they became parents
But never tasted love, so sorry is the state that
Some even did not know themselves let alone
To know others, truth appeared to them
So bitter that they always kept telling lies.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Heather Wilkins 02 August 2013

live life to the fullest one day at a time. learn the true meaning of living. good write

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David Wood 02 August 2013

A lovely poem. Have a read of my poem Love will survive

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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 02 August 2013

Know what life is while you live. Then only death has a meaning. Nicely expressed. Thank you.

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