Who Am I

Poem By Abhisek Ghosh

What is life?
It ain't worth no dust!
We live and we work
But it's not worth it at all.

When we die we leave behind
Our work and our expressions, appreciable!
But our existence is lost.
What if someone gives it it's worth?
Who gives a damn? For he uses it
For his earthly profits.

The day goes and the years are passed,
People remember that there was a man.
But what is that to me? 'Coz
I am on one...

While we live, we live for others!

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