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Interlude
"In life, grief outweighs joy and laughter is an interlude between two sighs." ~By Poet~ Isn’t it sheer destiny that you and I were born, In the endless flow of time as humans. But we are here only for a short interval, When death calls, we leave the stage ending the show. As peace is an interlude between two wars Life is an interlude between birth and death The moon that fades after lighting the night, The sun that sets after warming the day, The flowers that wither after feasting the eye, Obliquely announce that life is an interlude. Love once flourished may fade and die. Trees towering high may fall and rot. Rivers that swell can dry up once. The same is true of our life on earth. At times we soar on wings of joy. At times we drown and are deep in grief. Does it not remind us of a vital truth, That life on Earth can never be the same. We are travelers on this wild terrain, Heading timorously towards an unknown goal, Ever tossed by the vicissitudes of life, Fated to partake evenly of smiles and tears. Know that all the paths we tread along, Finally converge on a single spot. At the tomb, we just pause awhile, To resume our journey to lands beyond. All that counts is how well we lived, And not how long we have been here. So, mend your life as your conscience directs. Bridge the gap between words and deeds.
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Book: Shattered Sighs