Poetry
We end to begin
When two souls mingle
We spring out.
As we grow,
We see the endless mysteries of nature.
The cameras of our eyes
Keep on clicking experiences.
The printer of our brain
Keeps on recording feelings.
We learn to live,
We learn to love,
We learn to suffer,
We learn to struggle,
We learn to enjoy,
And lastly we learn to die.
Our ability to face life grows,
Out of our sufferings,
Out of experiences, sweet and bitter.
Death emerges as the deathless fact of life
Through it we end here
Only to begin there.
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