All busy
Whether there be
Flower or snow on tne branch
Yet not finding it
Whatever they look for
Yet keep hoping
Only for the hope
To die with them
And how depressing
That the hope perhaps
Lives on
And is reborn with them
In some other form
In some other clime.
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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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