What is life and what are its limits?
When someone ponders, they consider them as philosophers.
When life sucks all emotions and throws in disdain, remains naught
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Superb. To reach the ultimate destination, they surrender to the fate When only time reveals, they consider them as saints.
Honou to become one of them. When life sucks all emotions and throws in disdain, remains naught Except ideas and imaginations, they consider them as poets.
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Fortunate are those who get some purpose to live else we all carry on ourselves.
Inspiring poem. We all need to do introspection time to time.
Yes sir. There is nothing as good as introspection. Profound insight. Good for life. Beautiful.
Good one. My purpose in to be a poet and love all fellow humans
Very intriguing poem.