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What we see in us Is not true on its own What is truly present in us Nobody has ever known Only an answer to this interrogation is the power of imagination What is beyond the sky Or the sky has no limit Till you solve the mystery The question will keep annoying your spirit Don’t we have any other option Yes, it’s the power of imagination What happens after we die No spirit and all over, the rationalist says Religion believes that we are in god’s lap Can we think in any other ways Observe without any termination With the power of imagination Anuj Arora |
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