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Existentia

Put my life in a dictionary

Hence, it may have some meaning.

For life is nothing but stationary

and nothing to justify its being.


Pity it is that we are condemned to this pit.

Carrying a curse, disposed at our birth.

Suffering, no matter what is the holy writ whilst the purpose and meaning is of absolute dearth.


It lies in our hands to make the choice and upon this we all shall agree to choose wisdom, and bring forth the inner-voice.


For nothing but the sweat on your brow shall set you free.


Let’s travel the path of least resistance, award a true meaning; to our cruel existence.


Written By - Pratham Chawla

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