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We think a lot about matters we don’t know,

We profess continuously, on researches that are hollow

On the passage of time, many questions are raised,

And then they just go away, paying much for answers ungrained.


We took this birth but the soul reaps nothing!

Yet we just keep on asking, while life’s teachings go a begging

Theories are laid on foundations none,

Great palaces built on a path unknown.


We know not where we come from,

We know not where we are going,

We are ignorant of our life here

What knowledge are we storing?


Life here is no story,

T’is a mere repetition of things gone awry

By our very own hand!

Oh Life!  Where is thy Glory?

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