Had existence been real of things that shake our fears,
What would've become of us?
Had there been existence of roses bleeding their mournful symphonies,
Would it still be an emblem of love?
Had existence of darkness ushered the screeching demons,
Would it still provide bliss?
Had existence of love, meant crumbling one's love for self,
Would love will still be preached?
Had existence of reality been just a virtual play of cosmos,
Would we still believe everything we see?
Had existence of poverty been a choice to remain humble inside,
Would we still rise from it?
Had existence not existed and breached,
Would humanity still be worshiped?