The place called Earth
Was once home to none.
We came–
Some say,
From microbes and mucks,
Others, by a divine purpose–
Created and destroyed
What we like and despise.
The cycle repeats
And we perish
Ere the will to live wearies
And hope disperses.
____Muhammad Shahab
Shahabistan 
A a poem of existential angst. Anand Bose from Kerala.
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The tragic truth, told in poetic lines..
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Just a note to say you misspelled ‘divine.’ You can delete this comment. Best wishes to you always.
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Thank you for your criticism. I really appreciate it. I’ll edit this. Stay blessed.
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