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Apr 2016
The world was like it had always been,

Cruel, full of hatred and chaos,

Life was like it had always been,

Full of unfulfilled expectations,

Lost hopes and broken dreams.

Love was too rare to taste.

There were so many who were ours.

but we were no one’s.

Maybe we were not deserving-

Or maybe they weren’t.



We tried to give support,

the support we needed ourself.

It was satisfying to be a listener,

to hear someone’s reasons,

how they got hurt,

how the world was being cruel.

We listened to them and tried to give a shoulder,

to cry and to lean  on.

We lent them an ear to open up their hearts.



And accidently,

one day…

We met,

became listeners for each other,

turned into shoulders to cry and to lean on,

We shared every single thing,

our pain, our happiness, our dreams and our hopes.

Our dream to leave a mark on this world,

to make this world a place filled with love.

We shared our dreams,

eventually became each other’s dream.

Our pain was the reason we came close.

Our suffering made us feel each other’s need

and our life with each other is full of hope.

We are living now, not just existing,

for ourselves, for each other.

Everything happens for a reason,

we realised.

We found the missing pieces of our puzzle in each other.

Life seems beautiful now,

maybe it had always been.

we are happy and we are one…

We are One Unit.
thanks to the other half of The One Unit for contributing in this poem.
Arpan Rathod
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   SamBee and smriti chandra
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