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Everyone has a story, 

And, each storyline is different, 

Everyone has a story of sorrow to tell, 

If only you were open to listen, 

Everyone has  different narratives, 

Different perspectives based on their experiences,

Everyone has a heart yearning for something-

Only God could decipher the meanings. 

How people could possibly heal and overcome the pain?! 

The untold sufferings, 

The loss, 

The grievances, 

How could possibly they stop losing themselves into utter darkness, 

Shadows of despair?! 

If there was no meaning in the sufferings, 

None would be able to survive.

If there was no philosophy, culture, creativity and religion- no humans could possibly come out of their despair! 

Because, civilization teaches us resilience, 

Religion teaches us that every pain has a virtue,

Creativity ushers culture,

And, philosophy soothes our apathy.

That’s how we surrender-

We survive,

By giving meaning to our circumstances. 

The daily affairs?! 

They are the reflections of your needs, 

But, not the soul’s cravings, 

The soul yearns for love, 

Divine intervention, 

The soul yearns for purity, 

That could only be brought by people with pure intentions. 

The soul craves for natural synchronicity, 

Immersing into nature-

But, the objectifying world keeps forcing you to stay bounded, and settled.

Whereas, human mind always wanted to explore  beauty in the nature, 

View the mountains,

The sun, the ebbs and flows of the river, 

The falls, the waves in the stream, 

The magnificent sound of the chirping birds, 

The cows grazing in the fields, 

The heart yearns for love, rest and peace-

But, we end up living in pollution with an impure heart polluted by perilous desires. 

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy 

Time Frame: 6.46 pm, Mirpur Cantonment. 

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