
One man’s loss is,
Another’s gain, neither hers nor his,
What I may consider as waste,
Another may grab it in haste,
Giving and receiving,
Is an unwritten pact which we live by, stop grieving,
What is mine, wouldn’t remain for too long,
What is yours, would change hands, as you go along.
53 words.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for running the challenge at Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 121. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.
The ebb and flow found in all things, beautifully articulated.
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Thanks a lot, Li. 🙂
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You’re very welcome.
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It is true that we don’t carry anything when we leave this world. Yet, the soul carries the hurt or disappointment of being cheated or deprived.
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True, Ma’am. 🙂
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Circle …by Aishwarya
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