You are not you, I am not I
As we now take ourselves to be
To see through the illusions manifold
Grind to a halt the mind's mill
Why then should we seek out
Each other's company or conversation
Be we family, friends or relatives
'Tis time to let the curtain fall.
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Writer & Poet, living in Hyderabad, India. Holds degrees in Medicine (MBBS) and Economics (MA, The Johns Hopkins University). Certified programmer. An avid reader. Worked in various capacities as a medical writer, copywriter, copyeditor, software programmer, newspaper columnist, and content writer. Philosophical in outlook. Bachelor. Vegetarian.
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