EVERYTHING KEPT GOING

 EVERYTHING KEPT GOING


Someone just died a moment ago.

Somewhere at that time a boy was playing in the snow,

At a bar, the lights of joy were still glowing. 

A party was far away from closing. 



At a place, someone was crying,

But a plane, kept flying.

Even the wall street kept buying.

And somewhere  at a concert, a new star was rising. 



A president had just died,

On other side of the world at the same time a couple were just enjoying a ride, 

And somewhere someone was about to become a bride

For the dead there was just a day of mourning.

 But the next day, there was just the world which never stopped revolving.

With anyone's life barely changing

This world keeps growing

And Everything kept going








DHWANIT MADRASI

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  1. S0ULe57January 7, 2023 at 10:47 AM

    Love the topic of the poem. Touches upon how fickle humankind can be

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