Mortal Beings

Our needs
Our thoughts
Our wishes
Goes on and on
Like the flowing river
Like the floating ships
Like the blowing wind
Like the soothing waves
Hitting the shores
Slowly saying to the wet shores
One day this all will be gone
All will be vanished
Like the thunderstorm
Like the flooding of rivers
Like the suspended dust in the wind
Only the memoirs will be there
Good deeds bad deeds
Will be left in people’s heart
We are just like a
Dust particle in the sunbeam.

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