With birth
No blame
Or any game
Against creator
We are sent here
Not to criticize
But oblige
With birth
Till death
Life is not bed of roses
If so we shall no suppose
And live like fool
Then we shall never be successful
We are here to propagate
And relate
The myth of human journey
With blessings from an almighty
Poor or rich
All shall reach
With completion
Of mission
He has equal eyes
For all who tries
To reach through prayers
And patiently bears
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