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Dubious days and nights,
Dubious months and years,
Dubious is life and the flow of tears,
No patterns, to the flow of events,
No certainty, and nothing is clear.
We are living now and here,
Flowing down stream, clinging on,
To life so dear, living in constant fear.
Possessions, material and otherwise, we treasure,
Knowing not, when our end is near,
Dubious is life, enjoy every bit in this sphere,
For every being on this planet,
Has to face the end, far or near !!
Beautiful words with so much depth about the dubious life, Deepika.
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Thank you so much kamal π
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Welcome Deepika.
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Thank you βΊοΈ
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Thought provoking blog… literally forced me to share my views π
I would say Life is real, probably our approach to it, can make it authentic or dubious
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This life, is only one of the lives in entireity…So in a way, it’s an illusion…
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Life is not a unique entity for each of us, so, well said, Dee, itβs just what we βthink β it is.
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Very true… Thanks much B π
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π€ thank You!
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Absolutely true and profound, beautifully said with such simplicity!
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Thank you dear pragalbha π
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You are most welcome π
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Nice one
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Thank you daneel
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Welcome Deepika
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It is so strange that we treasure our valuables as if we will be dragging it into our afterlife. We come into this world with nothing and we leave with nothing. In the meanwhile, just enjoy all that we have and is given to us. Thank you for the reminder through this beautiful poem, Deepika.
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Thanks much dear. π
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Absolutely!
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Absolutely amazing
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Thank you so much rashmi π
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