I dream myself swimming,
swimming in the space,
I open my eyes,
I see the earth,
oh, there blooms life,
oh, there's it rotting,
I look at the moon,
oh, everything is fine,
I look back at earth,
The life blooming and rotting,
oh, how can this cold universe hold this warm life.
I wonder. the Cruelty is an exception to the love,
perhaps vice versa,
I wake up!
oh, I am rotting,
oh, life is rotting.
~Divyanshu Sharma