Life

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Mantu Kumar Deka

Life is nothing but a dream of midnight
Chasing after the wind.
We wake up
See nothing
Except facing the truth

Life is nothing but a line drawing on a paper
Without any direction
Somewhere the ink finished
We see nothing
Except an untold feeling

Life is nothing but a flower on a garden
Exposing its beauty
Season will change
It will start drying
Except knowing the truth