A Swimming Disbelief

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Has the wind gushing by got something to say
Is the sky shielding me
Are the stars smiling back at me
Are the birds chirping an ancient relief
Why are we here?

What are people counting
Why are people in a marathon
Where are they headed
Oh what a mystery is all of this
Why are we here?

A joke for some
A little help for others
A little love for family
Or devoted to him?

Right here stands an ancient land
where we all flourish or perish?
we are taught beliefs to sustain life
but what if we're not here to sustain
what if we're here to discover
A new life under a stone or inside a deserted volcano?



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  1. Aishwarya Roy9 June 2021 at 10:30

    Not everyone will understand or appreciate this but the ones who do will definitely relish this poem forever. Magical work Aish, proud much ♥️

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