Our dear ones does leave,
all in this one life alone.
We unveil what life give,
and remains of what we own.
Like the petals that unfurl,
one mask opens after another.
We do into ourselves curl,
and keep our souls closed rather.
Let new ideas water the soul,
and give birth to happy flowers.
That should be our life's goal,
so that we get what is ours.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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