“We all will die,
as we step down from the burdens of a life.
We lived hard, and then we die.Our lives become a memory.
Some one remembers our faces,
thinking about the loss, recalling the good times we shared.
Nevertheless, in other side, a blot of hatred remains,
as still unwashed, for all for the goodness we aimed;
for the happiness we dreamed. Like the most misunderstood man, we exit.”
-Nithin Purple
