We meet a lot of people
From birth till our death.
We meet a lot of people,
Who doesn't even last till our last breath.
We meet a lot of people
With their own priorities,
We meet a lot of people
Those who are blown away like a breeze...
I question them all
Who can't look into the soul,
But has the courage to destroy the peace
As it is easy for the humans to be stole.
I question them all who can't even see,
That what all it takes to set ourselves free
I question them too, who love with compassion
But then prove to be more than a lesson.
From being what else want,
To being what you must be
It is a long journey of a human,
Which only few could see.
Now I question to all of the readers,
What midnight thoughts should we agree?
If it was you and your pen,
Then what your questions would be?
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