Now that you are alive
Have you lived a life
Without imperfection?
Life isn't slow
But a steady show
After you, another addition,
And so the story goes.
We are earth's replaceable part
In time we shall always fade out
Irrespective of identity and might
Life is a replacement by another art,
A steady prediction…
I get mad trying to unveil the essence of life
And blank out to the definition of death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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