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a poem by Prasad

Everything in the world has to be extinct,
Whether it’s a human or beast,
Flowers blossom with colors of bright,
But the day after it has lost the fight,
Predators hunt for the prey,
Eventually they too become somebody else’s prey,
Every good thing has to deteriorate,
For some other excellent thing to enter the frame,
This is the theory beyond DECADENCE,
Something’s even though good becomes faded.