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Oneness… I was thinking of my good old grandpa, I loved him so much and called him Bababa. He was my favorite person in my life, He was always in peace, even in his strife. He was kind and giving, joyful to us all. He made us to believe we’re big and we’re tall. I loved him, and he loved me so ever much, His voice was lovely, and his kiss was as such. Although, he left us, and long time he is gone. He wanted me to know life was going on. I am thinking of him; he lives within me. If I die, who remembers me? Where I’ll be? We are destined to live, grow old, and then die. Somehow, we all do it without knowing why. We are just like a breeze at dawn, blind at heart, In this vanished abode, there is no new start. My grandpa was the moth, death the unseen flame, In this trap, who’s the hunter? What is his name? I asked myself a thousand times, perhaps more; How come there is so much pain? What’s the pain for? Maybe there is a God, and this is my hell. Suspect, I may, but only time, it might tell. If I see God, I will ask him what I’ve done. How come I am what I am, ten, without one? How come you make and then break us without shame? To us is life; to you, perhaps it’s a game. If you are the creator, then you should make, Please do not break me as a mistake. You made me, and you made me so ever nice, Now you wanted to break me like a block of ice! That is okay; it is not me that I failed. I lived my life; it is as though I’ve prevailed. I got married and laughed, played a few games, Where were you up to now? I called you with names. Never showed up to my sadness and my pain, What do you want from me? I am not insane. Maybe the story that I read was all wrong. I heard a symphony without any song. Maybe there was the Bang, which came from Big Crunch, Maybe there is a loop; we’re there as a bunch. I know the particles in my body well. They’re just temporary in me, I can tell. I know my particles; they lived from day one, I am the custodian until they are gone. I’m not worried that what will be out there, I will be part of that oneness without care. The next time when you see raindrops or a dew, That water might have come from me, it is true. Remember me; I’ll be part of the sunset, Who came once as a man with doubt and regret. 9/22/2018 Haloo Note: This particular style of poetry is called "Masnavi", it is a spiritual couplet usually with eleven syllables. Poetrysoup has a great explanation and example of this form of poetry.

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Oneness… I was thinking of my good old grandpa, I loved him so much and called him Bababa. He was my favorite person in my life, He was always in peace, even in his strife. He was kind and giving, joyful to us all. He made us to believe we’re big and we’re tall. I loved him, and he loved me so ever much, His voice was lovely, and his kiss was as such. Although, he left us, and long time he is gone. He wanted me to know life was going on. I am thinking of him; he lives within me. If I die, who remembers me? Where I’ll be? We are destined to live, grow old, and then die. Somehow, we all do it without knowing why. We are just like a breeze at dawn, blind at heart, In this vanished abode, there is no new start. My grandpa was the moth, death the unseen flame, In this trap, who’s the hunter? What is his name? I asked myself a thousand times, perhaps more; How come there is so much pain? What’s the pain for? Maybe there is a God, and this is my hell. Suspect, I may, but only time, it might tell. If I see God, I will ask him what I’ve done. How come I am what I am, ten, without one? How come you make and then break us without shame? To us is life; to you, perhaps it’s a game. If you are the creator, then you should make, Please do not break me as a mistake. You made me, and you made me so ever nice, Now you wanted to break me like a block of ice! That is okay; it is not me that I failed. I lived my life; it is as though I’ve prevailed. I got married and laughed, played a few games, Where were you up to now? I called you with names. Never showed up to my sadness and my pain, What do you want from me? I am not insane. Maybe the story that I read was all wrong. I heard a symphony without any song. Maybe there was the Bang, which came from Big Crunch, Maybe there is a loop; we’re there as a bunch. I know the particles in my body well. They’re just temporary in me, I can tell. I know my particles; they lived from day one, I am the custodian until they are gone. I’m not worried that what will be out there, I will be part of that oneness without care. The next time when you see raindrops or a dew, That water might have come from me, it is true. Remember me; I’ll be part of the sunset, Who came once as a man with doubt and regret. 9/22/2018 Haloo Note: This particular style of poetry is called "Masnavi", it is a spiritual couplet usually with eleven syllables. Poetrysoup has a great explanation and example of this form of poetry.