Much the thought goes to possibility
Much the effort is lost.
We live in a caged environment
Much the pain is real
But much the joy is not.
Let's create as per mercy
Let's mercy the unrepaired
But to live and breed in imperfection
And getting much the life's journey lost
What a pain?
What a pain?
What is pain?
Much my heart has learnt.
Much my health had declined.
Sleeping in death bed
I will think of all this for a while.
As I go!
As I go!
With heaven still 'just' a hope.
When I will go!
Oh! I will go!
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