It would’ve been so beautiful to be a 24-hour swimmer,
Eating up anything from the pond and still keep slimmer,
I wouldn’t have worried for anything in life,
No friends, no children and not even a wife,
Not that I’m scared of any responsibilities,
But I could’ve had more of probabilities,
Picking-from and spiting-back stones in the pond,
I could’ve touched the nature and find a bond,
The bond with the nature, between the dead and alive,
The bond, which exists even if you don’t survive,
Get eaten up immediately when you die someday,
Others survive on you as you fly away,
(Written by Amit Sethi)
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