This empty life is merely Like an empty glass of water and Like that illusive mirage in a desert, We are suffering to death simply Because we just were born here... What do we get in this empty and Hollow life anytime and anywhere? When we are thirsty, then we need Water to drink, but that glass of Water is empty, so What's the use of that glass of water If it does not contain water? Like this empty life is that empty Glass of water or that mirage in That mirage anytime and anywhere... ______________________________________________________________________
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