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Updated: Sep 20

By Saloni M F Blah

Why is it that we speak of dying

When we know we are not fully alive?

Life conjures up thoughts of growth, of maturity,

But we see only shades of degeneration- smoke, smog and disease.

We breathe, but we inhale dust.

We live, but we grow discontent.

We mature, but we begin to harbour hatred.

Then we question ‘WHY’?

In death, many speculate solace.

In life, many feel torture.

What then is the purpose of existence?

I only know that we exist for our children

To be taught by Time and Us

To continue...

In this degenerating environment we call “world”.

By Saloni M F Blah

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