Rigmarole Read Count : 142

Category : Poems

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And God commanded!
Seize his rest, And
Say to Man
That in the beginning of his existence
He shall feel the urge to soar
And he shall nudge the force to arrive
With all that can be sworn
He shall push his luck to the extreme side
Until it becomes a vain tide
And he gets respite from his ride
Because of just two things;
He is believed to have accomplished
Or he thinks no other can beat his feat.
He shall face that defeat.
Not to rest, he shall continue his toiling
Till his breath shall be demanded
And shall find peace in death!


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