- My earnest appeal
In the pangs over the way I swing
For allusion and habitats growing
All day and night underneath the sky
To have a feeling of hopefulness or optimism;
And realistically, in the green rays
In the hot outlay of life, walking
For past and future actions in sensual
Like the empty words of active paper
With pen and might, both are useless.
My earnest yearnings to do good on earth
As if death glistens light over truth
In the question of dearth and dreams
What is failure or success
Jumping into the quest for knowledge and skills
To achieve forever before decay and destruction
And so life is nothing but false teeth
Which has no glorious morning to see
The golden rays of the sun;
Like the sweet voice in the wake of truth
To have always ups and downs on mirth
To know the unknown in the darkened world
As if swaying in the meadow of the sea
Covered under the meadow and the earth
Serving as the daughter of the universe.
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