Part of Life

I always thought
Life is confined to light
Life is in sound, life is fire
But is it true?
Can myriad dimensions of life
Be defined in fire, sound, color and light
Can fire exist without ashes?
And can sound be heard without silences?
Isn't there life where it's grey?
And if there is why don't we say?

Why are we always taught?
To love success and cherish light
Why aren't we told about darkness?
Why inculcate this fright?
Why tell that, shadow is a hope that there is light
Why not just say that it's part of life!
The End

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