I am unable to understand
What life means and
What death means.
I am unable to see
The actual bird flying.
I am unable to hear
Actual voice of the sky.
I am unable to tell
What is truth in this world.
And still they said,
Yes, I am alive,
Without giving
Satisfactory explanation,
Without taking a stop en route.
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