They Leave us, those charms of life
What stays behind, is a ceaseless strife
Between memories unforgotten, and oblivious despair
Still we breathe in its tepid air –
Life is all about forgetting that which passed, they say…
Hence we move on, and to our dismay –
We wonder where to Life is getting..
Whether its worth the obliteration, the forgiving, the forgetting.
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