Birth cycles exist or not we don't know,
Hell and heaven two different world suffices after death but how far it is true someone has to show,
Is someone handling data entry of my sins?
Is someone going to praise my existence there saying, "My little Munchkin!"
Sailing on deep ocean of this questionnaire last night,
Walking, all by myself, disturbing the cosmic instinct -
The flickering flame of candle in that roadside slum caught my sight,
There was just that point size source of light which brightened the arena,
Happy faces, enthusiastic vibes, those giggles and laughter formed a part of my recalling while I was trying to extract some ointment to my thought process on the shores of Marina,
Silence slightly kissed the atmosphere,
Doubts started fading while gentle breeze blew from somewhere,
I resolved the puzzle pieces by pieces,
Finally, I cracked the hidden thesis,
We carry two different world together,
Just like a candle has brighter side in its flame and beneath its surface lies the darkened side as constant even the world flatter,
The dark surface beneath the flame imbibes hatred, jealousy, envy, deep rooted evil and negligence,
That high headed flame depicts making a difference even in your absence,
There ia no friend, buddy, family member or app to permanently release from the clutches of feeling gloomy for bad things for a while,
But simultaneously we should not our own worth or exile,
We need to learn the exquisite out of candle to maintain an out of the world connection between two different phases,
You need to keep your feet on ground and aim high in the sky even if life shows you confused cases.
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