
The mystery of life — so vast, so deep,
Like oceans that whisper while the world sleeps.
Why are we here? Where do we go?
Questions that echo, but answers move slow.
A newborn’s cry, a final breath,
A sudden laugh, a silent death.
Between hello and last goodbye,
The mystery of life just passes by.
But then — the mystery in life begins,
In daily losses, and quiet wins.
In spilled coffee, in sudden rain,
In broken hearts that heal again.
It hides in dreams we never chase,
In strangers’ smiles, in love’s embrace.
In things we lose, and those we find,
In memories stitched inside the mind.
The mystery of life is time and fate,
The ticking clock, the unknown gate.
But mystery in life — that’s what we live,
A puzzle each moment dares us to give.
So let’s not fear what we can’t define,
Let’s sip the mystery like aged wine.
Both of and in — they help us grow,
And teach us what we’ll never know.
@nandasagec manisha nandan

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