Without any doubt
Living as
The life is a song
A song half-sung
It's a story
A story half-written
It's a poem
A poem half-recited
It's a word
A word half spoken
It's a sorrow
A sorrow half cried
It's an echo
An echo half made
It's a joy
A joy half enjoyed
Creasing
Further a craze.
Without any doubt
Living as
Lovely... an order
Even an echo
So made
Goes on
Multiplying
And the universe
Preserving it
Endlessly
Creating
Countless new ones.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2015
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
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