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Wednesday, 6 May 2015

In the end we all are one

Alone he suffered when sick,

Pains he endured,

Tears he wept,

Were all his,

Hoping alone keeping quiet,

Surrendering to what fate stores,

He breathed his last,

Not knowing that there are many,

Who sighs and cry,

For what he has gone through,

The truth,

Which is same for all,

Will catch us all,

Sooner or later,

We will be one like him,

In memories,

Of some,

Fading as time flies.