I know
you did not get what you wanted from this life.
neither did
I,
but at least we know what we wanted
at least we prayed and at the end we still praised
Him.
We tried so hard.
We still say Beloved.
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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