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I oil it every morning
To make it give more mileage

To yield more and most I could
I make the engine run without breaks

Almost on every road, every way
Being careless about ups or downs

I overload it, with more accelerator
Par the prescribed gears

I make the machine run
Without stopping, without mending

No halts, no stops, racing 
With time and fate

I try my best to drop my efforts 
At my responsibilities door, in time

Without minding the hours
Of the day or be it night

Yes, I am honest, I'm not lying
I'm not lying
.
.
Without any
Dreams, wishes, desires, joy, rest, love, heal, care, fun, laughter, peace, stability
For 'Me'
.
.
.
I'm that machine, myself.


By: Maroof Pall