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A purpose

Sep 29, 2022
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By Arundhati Pandit



Life and death; without one there cannot

be the other.


For some, it's short, but they live it like

no other.


For most, it's long, and to be happy they

don't ever bother.


Life cannot be lived without the love of

others.


The second we are born is the second

we begin to die.





As a child, we live life and don't worry

why.


As we grow, it gets tougher and we don't

want to try.


LIke everything else, it will end and well

have to say goodbye.


Whether it's twenty years or one

hundred-twenty,


Live it with a purpose to be greater than

many.



By Arundhati Pandit




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