Poem:

we fight to exist.

but why survive,
when we always feel pain, languor,
unconditional love,
and empathy
with other souls?

we drive ourselves to survive.
while we strive through languor
our existence fleets; our strength is love.
as sure as none of us contrive empathy
feigning self-wealth sores our existence;
compassion cannot exist without soul.

we have strong bodies, but stronger souls,
brimming with undying love -
fighting, fighting, fighting to survive,
shed tears, feel our pain; we empathize:-
genuine smiles to drenching languor
coincided with our feelings, peacefully existing.

what is life without love:
the impermanent light to our souls?
through our plight, we’re surviving
gradually moulding how we empathize
we are indifferent to pain; we cry out in languor
our feelings are the reason we exist.

happiness in time, becomes languor.
our feelings mould what it means to have empathy
our feelings are the fruit of our dry survival-
why we drive ourselves to make new life exist
reinforcing verve of the eternal soul
emanating a greater love.

even without bodies, we preserve soul
can it transcend alone? does it need love?
if without bodies, can we survive?
we unconsciously weave from ebullience to languor,
when these feelings pass, do they cease to exist?
or have they lingered, remained dormant in our empathy?

humans exist to love
empathy and languor are shades of the human condition
the impetus of our survival, enlivening human soul.