What kind of life you want?
A life known to others but
You end up dead
A life unknown to others but
You live with your sufferings
All lives begin and end with death
But some lives defy death
In a way that befuddles most
All of us are thrown into this
Meaningless existence
But some manages to eek out
A slimmest of sense from this
Brutal existence
Should we celebrate them or
Should we be indifferent to them?
Or may be we should simply
Acknowledge them, for our
Existence only attains a slightest sense
By acknowledging them
PS : Dedication is so big a word, inspiration belittles the source, maybe a wondering provoked by an œuvre
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