Sin

If you think that you existing free
In the one whole universe,
You do nothing but a sin
Thy feeling makes you solitary.

Your home makes you mature
Much to fight out the difficulty,
The day you left all over
This is the sin, do you know?

Is ocean is blue minus water
Is cloud is proper to see less sky,
Do you think you better?
Without anyone but lonely sky.

May you live longer they pray
Is the one you acknowledge,
The day you thought for self
This is the sin, do you know?
                     —Shantanu Singh
        

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