Is it kindness? Still the nature feeds one,
Not needed by and not important for anyone!
To listen to the beats of a broken heart
Nobody is there with one except one's past!
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A journey to youth, boyhood, childhood and infancy And finally to a black hole the endless residency........eternal truth. This is the secrecy of death. Wonferful imaginary and imagery. Many thanks dear Akhtar ji but I can't accept the last line as our poet is alive and will remain alive.10
When life becomes an uncontrollable pain, death comes as a reliever.