From womb to grave; through nature's octaves,

Time passes by like a cold wave.

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No questions asked, no answers given,

To what's in store or what keeps us living.

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The thirst for life, the crave for more,

The joys, the glitter and paramour.

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The heavens, the stars and the milky way,

Mesmeric feelings, fears of doomsday.

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The moments of enthralling retrospect,

Repose what the puny minds beget.

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The elixir we search as life's trait,

Goes unnoticed in the endless wait!

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Narayan