A paradox
A sin, to born as a human What does he have? His sadness is not his His happiness is not his Nothing is his All his emotions are fleeting All his loved ones are dying All his memories are fading All his legacies are forgetting, in the grand canvas of nothingness. What does he have which is only his? It's Nothing! Human' born and die between randomness and nothingness. nithyashree
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