The scent of earth when touched by the first drop,
The pain it causes when they sum up.
The smell of a baby and the giggle which follows,
The silence of ecstasy and the noise of loss.
The more you need the more it keeps,
The less you want the more it gives.
I am searching for life not heeding the meaning,
So many have done that and so will many.
Life as I see, you may differ,
To me it’s living not achieving any.
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Jay Jagdev, June 13, 2003
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