5/365 The Lost one | Poetry

I am a lost person 
but I am not forgotten
not yet…
not by me at least 

to be forgotten is also a bliss
unknown to everyone you ever knew
you float and no one asks why
everyone floats in their own way

some struggle more to stay afloat 
to let the flow take its course..
life is always fair

the one who drowns and 
the one who does not all die finally
that is life 

the alive don’t know the truth
the dead can’t speak to the world 
and we are left guessing
what is life ?
such is life 🙏

-Vinod-

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