Mystery Of Being Alive

By varada    Avatar

I could see the shining silver star,
Steeply gazing at my eyes.
I could read the questions asked,
But, no surprise I couldn't answer them.

The ironies of life and the mysteries of sustainability;
Together becomes the strength to sail on,
people say be positive, but they themselves don't know
What is "POSITIVE"

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