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Your hands maybe black or white,  But we bleed the same red blood Your faces maybe black or white,  But our tears flow the same  You maybe be American or German,  But our hearts beat the same  You maybe rich or poor,  But our poop is the same  We maybe different by nature But our hearts felt the same pain pwhen MH370 was lost. We felt the same pain when people went missing. They didn't tell us if they were Hindu or Muslim, they were just people. Same emotions, same world, just different opinions.  You may say Te Amo or Ich Liebe dich,  But the love we feel is the same  You may say Tshus or ciao,  Goodbyes don't hurt less or more.  You may be a man or a woman,  But a kid can't be born without either of you.  You may be Russian or Japanese, But the happiness and joy among people at arrival gates is the same.  You may wear a saree or a bikini, But our body parts are the same.  Your hands may be black or white,  But we crave the same things  Money, family, love.  You may die to

At times there's a void An empty space that I feel  It's a state of my heart  Like something's missing  Like maybe someone's missing  It can't be filled by anyone  It's existing since a long time  I don't know what it is  It's just there  Like outer space  It exists inside of me  Its not tangible Just a feeling I know  It kills me from the inside  It is just an emptiness I feel or maybe everyone does  At some point or the other in life  It's not something rare, or even if it is, it's not something I like or hate  It's too dark there  I can't see anything beyond darkness It's a blackness that blinds me  Or a sadness that binds me  Amidst all this, despite all this  I just want it to be filled  With Love. More love.