Death brings an unbearable pain
Proving that everything done on earth is in vain
Progress is relative
We get the wrong incentive
To accomplish many tasks
At times wearing different masks.
We can never get used to sad events
Which come and go with complaints
Tears, melancholy, and sorrow
There is a tomorrow
Which is unpredictable
At times fantastic or terrible.
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