Each person can save
eight lives by organ donation
There is no count of
lives we don't save
Due to lack of
meaningful conversations
A neighbour mourns
her dog
She had brought her
up for twelve years
Ultimately life is
the price we pay
For everything we
fear to lose
The collar still hangs on her gate
And the hollow in
her soul
Humans- same mud
Capable of so much
love
And such immense
indifference
Mind is a
battleground
And a graveyard
Of buried happy
dreams
And meaningless
mazes of consciousness
I am here and not
here
I may live and yet
not live another day
I may die someday
and be already dead.
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