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The journey towards the unknown

As we move and
Proceed towards the 
Unknown, the deep secrets
Of life, both known or not,
Have we ever realised
What does the world
Have to offer us? 
Most of us haven't.
Starting from the hills,
Valleys, rivers, and moving 
Towards the plains, deserts
And finally the beaches, 
The seas and oceans, with 
The islands in between, are 
A display of the underlying 
Potential created by
That which is always felt,
That which is always realised.
Science may or may Not
Give a satisfactory response,
But does that nullify the existence 
Of something that governs us?
The corners of every place
Or natural creation contains
An energy, that energy 
Which is abstract
Yet apparent.
Calamities are a sign of what?
A sign of nature's envy,
A sign of protest
Against the injustices
Done to it, as a result
Of our selfish desires.
Where is humanity? In 
A slowly sinking ship,
A ship which is hit by tides
On all sides, and is struggling 
To keep it's balance upright
In the deep ocean, being
Surrounded by water and icebergs
On all sides. Still, 
Should we lose hope?
The answer is NO. 
We can still revive it.
We can create a sense 
Of honestly, integrity, love,
Goodwill and trust among
All those who are close to us,
Who are far from us,
Who will face us in the future.
Our foes, our opponents, 
Our friends, our well wishers,
All can be under the same roof-
The roof of humanity.
Our culture and traditions 
Need to be celebrated,
Nature's beauty has to be admired,
People's hardwork has to be
Paid and honoured,
And the makers of the 
Society have to be admired.
It's not far when we are
Likely to be grasped by the
World of artificial intelligence,
But can it ever bow down
To the talent possessed by
A natural living human being?
It will be efficient, but it won't  
Be able to replace humans.
We need to celebrate love,
Celebrate humanity, 
Celebrate the spirit of life.
Then and only then
Can we reach a world
Close to divinity,
Close to ultimate peace
And serenity.

-- by Sakshar Das 
July 10, 2024


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