Its 3 in the morning,
Not a leaf is moving, not a soul,
Yet this silence is so deafening and life is good,
So full of din, vigor, for all I know.
Faces crowd my mind, smiles and laughter,
Love inundates the deepest of crevices,
The chirping of birds in a greet so silent,
As they catch rest on this green island.
I am forced to question myself,
And those who become sad and lose their sense,
Why in the world did I have to go,
What in this world is of utmost importance.
Answers are in the eyes, not a word is uttered,
And we get back to what we are good at,
Showering love, blessings and relaxing,
Drinking that 10th cup of tea, without a care.
The food hits the right buds,
The music hits the right tone,
The sacrifices are of the highest degree,
The expenses are so miniscule, it's hard to see.
The trees and the flowers start dancing,
To the best of winds that flow around the world,
The buds bloom and the transition is captured,
The bees hop, from one to another. Nothing is lost.
What's been lost is not mentioned,
What's in store, the future, is all we care,
And we go out to fight, to toil, leaving behind,
Ironically, all that's important in life.
It's 3 am, yet there is life somewhere,
Somewhere people are really living,
There is sorrow, but we choose to ignore,
As we live the goal without dreaming.
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