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When people are around us.
We don't know their value.
Their value is known when they are gone.
Gone somewhere no one bring.
No one.
Rich has everything,
Poor has nothing.
This is one of the thing in front of which people have no value.
Nor their money has value.
Nor smile .
Nor tear.
Nor happiness.
Nor sadness.
Nor courage.
Nor determination.
Nor love.
Nor hate.
Nor fear.
Nor dear.
Not care.
Just bear.
We came to know the value of someone,
When she is gone.
At that time,
Her smile has value .
Her love.
Her tear.
Her care.
Her happiness.
Her sadness.
Her love.
Her hate has value.
Yet this value has no value.
She is gone.
Gone somewhere no one can bring.
No one.
Nor the money of rich.
Nor the kindness of poor.
In front of it everyone has equal status.
And 'it' is
' DEATH '
.
-Z. A.
Q: Have you lost someone and came to know her / his value when he/ she is gone?
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