Roots, Fruits And Leaves..

And then again, we're in strange worlds,

Gathering the pieces of a lively past,

Strange as it may seem, the known ones,

And a realization that nothing will last

They say it is temporary, pain and joy.

I ask what then is permanent and true. 

They walk away, smiling and humming..

While I stand there looking for some clue..

In the end it doesn't matter after all,

Joy and pain, and the association

They're emotions, have depth in difference

So, when they say, it's temporary, they lie..

Fate of fruits if you see could be unjust,

Of the leaves, they spring, grow, give,

And fall together, on the same ground..

Sometimes, a small distance apart.. 

Archives of (October 19, 2019)

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