The Land Pulls

satishverma

Dying was not worth 
living. Your journey 
starts for unknown. 

Why were you fixated to 
watch the small menā€• 
milk the moon? 

It was very expensive to 
buy a decent death. 
Religion makes it dirty. 

Do you remember the myth 
of Sisyphus? I love to 
carry my rock without a face. 

Not quality of life. It 
was a matter of degrees 
when you feel liberated.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 31st, 2019 21:52
  • Category: Nature
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  • LaurašŸŒ»

    An exceptional write as always!
    Accepting our failures as well as we do our accomplishments...
    is an accomplishment!



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