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Best of the Two Worlds

A phrase that's totally fake and meaningless 
that one can get best of the two worlds,
has caught my fancy.
How's that plausible?
How's that possible?
If serenity, liberty and equality were feasible in one world why would anyone drift towards the other?
If there is starvation, unquenchable thirst , deprivation and confinement  
why would the other world that's free from all pessimism let its door open for the  queer inhabitant carrying the burden of negativity of that first world?
If one world is life itself,
other is absolutely lifeless.
If one world is paradise,
other is no doubt inferno.
If one world is a heavenly orchard,
other one is no doubt a desert where only cactus can grow.
If one world Is a cherished blessing ,
the other one is a sureshot unavoidable curse.
If the first one is zenith, 
The second one is nadir.
Between them there is no horizon,
there is no  concrete bridge available to make it practical to be in the best of two worlds. 
The  stifled soul that's bound to the first world due to the back breaking burden of limitations and liabilities, 
can only dream see, yearn, want and need from a far to be in the other world which is inviting apparently but  has in reality no place for the  cursed creed.
Though, as mentioned it was the other world which was once inviting,
Yet, blame is on the ill fated soul that it wants the best of the two worlds.
Of course,  the dream, desire,  destination and want of the soul is the second world in which it will wish and pray to merge one day.
But, when on this earth all dreams come true?





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