Of what use
Is this world to me
Without my mother's smile.
Of what use
Is this world to me
Without my father's naivety.
I do not want a world
Without my sibling's shoulder
To cry on.
I do not want a world
Without my chum's tete-a-tete
That delights and chastens.
Of what use
Is this world to me
Without Socrates and Maharshi.
Of what use
Is this world to me
Where feelings are unexpressed.
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Philosopher & Poet. Holds degrees in Medicine (MBBS) and Economics (MA, The Johns Hopkins University). Certified programmer. An avid reader. Worked in various capacities as a medical writer, copywriter, copyeditor, software programmer, newspaper columnist, and content writer. Amazon Author Page - https://www.amazon.in/stores/D.-Samarender-Reddy/author/B0CB7PMW36
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