It was the noise and pomp
Celebrations, never ending talks
Smiles, laughter
Occasional fights
Everyone tells life is short
But no one told me joys are short
Do I blame them?
No, I dont
Its just my naive being that forgets
Life is not life anymore
Its silence and more silence
The occasional rings from unknown numbers
That is what life is
The Stillness of my being!
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