We pretend,
We are indispensable,
For everyone,
Aound us.
It's a bitter truth,
Hard to perceive,
Understand and,
Ultimately digest.
The momentum of world,
Never halts,
We are there or,
Not.
The show of world,
Always on.
Characters come,
Characters go.
We may move,
We may halt,
But the game of life,
Never stops.
Sehdev Sharma
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2: 54 6 Nov 2023
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