All of us are born to wither.
But we don't know when, for sure-
It may be tomorrow or the day after,
So let's be nobler
In our thoughts and deeds,
Without discriminating our creeds.
We are buds of the same garden,
Let our hearts not harden.
We shall bloom together,
To make a pleasant weather
And shine in our holistic glory,
To make our lives a legendary story.
Though our bodies are mortal,
Our life stories will then remain immortal.
Let's live lives perfectly today,
And be a legend till the globe's dooms day.
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