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Do you think people die from lack of love? Adam?!

Don’t you see them living, laughing, eating, dressing, walking, working so well?! 

What actually changes in them when they lose love?! 

When they get stripped of what they thought was theirs?!

Their’s only?!

We humans like to possess. 

We like to belong. 

We tend to cling to an identity, 

To a cause. 

When all reasons are removed they do live.

They walk, eat, sleep, work. 

Dress better. 

But, they forget to like the life they live. 

They forget to connect deeply.

They become rootless. 

They no more belong. 

Instead, they become their own root- 

Head high. 

Nothing lowers them nor do they lower themselves for another. 

The height and weight of this can never be measured. 

Those who don’t have any depth can not fathom!

Who are they and what they have become! 

They have become a mountain. 

A steady one. 

Adventurers admire them, 

But, they don’t  find courage to climb. 

Even if they try to,

They fail.

They fail miserably.

They get interrupted in the mid of  hiking. 

They get lost in the heights of that person. 

The admirers become clueless. 

Where to start from, 

Where to go.

When to stop. 

The mountain people aren’t shocked. 

They have learnt the hymn of solitude.

Memorized so well, that no other tune can sway them. 

They beat the drum on their own beats. 

They become rock solid.

So, do you think mountains die?! 

Nope! 

They don’t get crushed under pressure.

They don’t become rubbles.

They stand still for long.

Sovereign

Alone. 

Undivided. 

Sole.

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Timestamp: 1.40 pm, Tagar

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