The colour of a sunset
Resembles that of a sunrise,
Yet we do know
What a difference there is;
Everything is not
As it appears to be;
The infant wants to live
The old man wants to live
In that perhaps
There is no difference
Both are deceived
By the appearances
Far removed from actuality
As much as
Snow is from a rose.
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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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