Tribute to Loss

For all those who have left,
For all those who expect to leave,
For all those who don't want to leave,
And for those who don't want to be left..
To all those times when it rained,
To all those times when it was cold,
And you expected warmth.
And to those times that burnt under the sun.
To those who seek purpose,
And others who don't give a damn.
None is justified and none is wrong.
Nothing really is. And not all can be explained.
We're the ones who decided the standards,
We are the ones who connect,
And we are the one who collapse.
Nothing is permanent.
People leave, they're obliged to.
We die, we're destined to.
Thing change, they ought to.
Time passes by, it is planned to.

        - Arpit Kaushal

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