Click by Amit Bose
I am hungry and tired
Don’t know where do I go?
Famished I fall on the ground,
Each moment of life is indeed death each moment,
Breathing is killing your breathe each moment,
I rest on the ground with not even iota of pride,
Born from dust, return to dust,
A peaceful moment desired for years
Death calms and humbles us forever.
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