Do u knw why the mirror never lies,
Becoz keeping a clean face is its prize.
We pray many times for loss and demise,
With grace wont hear infinite wise.
If ulook towards he earth for ur wage,
Ur the bird i.etrapped inside a cage.
I envy dirt and dust, the price ipay,
Iwish i'd never risen from clay,
Like clay with seeds i'd rather play.
This journey my soul has tested and tried,
What gains this journey brought to my side,
He desires to retiurn to the clay,
He who sees no benefits coming his way,
To turn back is nothing but his greed,
To go forth can only stem from his need,
Each plant i.e seeking to reach its height,
Increase, vitality , growth its right,
Whenever it turns around towards the earth,
Will face draught, disease and even death.
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