What is the use of a beating heart if it doesn't beat with purpose?
What is the use of a sharp eye if it doesn't search enough?
What is the use of a keen ear if it doesn't listen from within?
What is the use of a new day if I am merely existing?
of all these questions one thing strikes me most;
what is the use of my life if i don't feel alive?
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POETRY
PoetryAs the days come and go... the sun turns into the moon and like a withered flower i am feeling low. -so filled with the fear of going too soon. for that i fill the earth with the words from my mind so that ages from now someone may find- and forev...
