Rhythmic and Metric

Many Minds, Many Kinds

Minds there are so many,
And views they have their own.
Seem some strange, some funny,
All here to die alone.

Betwixt birth and death haps
What we address as life.
Like arcane, abstruse traps,
It sees many a strife.

ALSO READ | Where Is God?

Wherefrom do the minds come,
And where lastly do they go?
Dream is this for pure fun,
Or an empty, brief show?

Life may be a circus;
Time we knew its purpose.

DO READ | To Each Who Asks the Question

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3 days ago

Beautiful read