Often they asked about it
The longer, the conscious they get
Always they frowned like they don't understand
Saying it's absurd, too bizzarre, not a trend
Sometimes I do too, feel like it's unfair
And blame so much that I don't have a pair
Never in life that I meant to forget
That He creates every thing for mankind to pray
What is yet to be happening lies in between
For His possessions to reflect their flaws
To thank Him for every granted breath
And to be loved by Him is the first thing to be dreamed
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