Who knows what tomorrow will bring
Or how the next moment makes you feel,
Who will leave, who we receive and over
Whom we bereave. Who knows really!
If the Earth will melt, or snow will become
Extinct or we will love till a 123.
My heart embraces all to see the pain
Each one carries whether rich or poor.
Riches only add value to one's coffer,
Then what about the riches of the soul!
Those I would like to harbour
Till beauty and joy in the moonshine
And the sunrise touch us to revive in
Me a longing of all those dreams
Dreamt long ago.
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