Racers see only the racersCount who is ahead or at heelsCrowd cheers, money fliesFloats the craze, rises the rageBut, racers count only racersLife and death race togetherCollars and shoulders upWho knows which is ahead of whomRaces go on racing
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Where, so far and afar, does my soul wander in pursuit of Those tunes of thy flute that lets the breeze moan? Where does to an alien plac...
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Death—premature or likely, accidental or natural—always leaves an impervious void in souls of those near ones where gentle tunes of ...
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This is a repost originally published two years back on the 35th death anniversary of my dear mom.... "Mother, I shall weave a chain...
An apt commentary on modern life aka rat race. I'll be pondering on this line : 'Life and death race together' for some time I think.
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DeleteSo very true sir... Can't agree more
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