Isn’t life for living,
wonder why some prefer killing?
Isn’t the ticking of the clock finite,
wonder why some shorten it?
Not all nights are starry,
the darkness is sometimes merry,
the beating of a heart, so fragile
doesn’t it feel like a miracle?

Let’s live and let live
that’s what makes life worthwhile
We walk on the same earth,
then why is love on dearth?
“We’re all stardust” is what we’re told,
why is then peace on hold?

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Amisha Mahto

I love world lines, alternate universes, and five-leaved-clover.

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