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What Is Life?
A deep ache lingers in my heart—
this birth, it seems, has no meaning at all!
I’ll depart amidst unfulfilled dreams,
for life… I never understood its call.
Eating, seeking, wanting more—
is that all life has in store?
No true work done, no purpose gained,
my days have passed—empty, in vain.
What’s done is done—grace or disgrace,
nothing left now to erase.
Just a little time I plead from Thee,
to end my days in remembering Thee.
No more do I crave the unworthy gold,
nor wish my heart in falsehood sold.
Let this birth find its true design—
before the end, show me Thy line.
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