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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Elixir of life How do you live your life? Had you say, I live for myself You are like big baby Whose baby took to the sea bay To drink from the long life pot Whose seaside was it point To live hundred years a year Two hundred years two years Big baby was becoming infant When he walked, his back faced the firmament His mouth wanted to kiss the ground His legs were robust as though rotten wood Big baby stood facing the long life jar Told small kid to say at the rear In respected distance Not wanted him to have the experience Of this mysterious and wonderful jar Also not aware to the big kid That it had never happened Infant like him who had twice become newborn Could not fetch water in the long life muddy pan Small baby stood by the seaside Just as he was told Watching swooping and chirping of seabirds Sea wave stooped and stood Measuring it height with small kid The sea was emitting pleasant cold Caressing the soul of small kid And now small kid was in another world Relishing fondling and kissing of the sea cold: So big baby was neglected Like abandoned goal, which however Would be embraced in the future Big baby dipped hands in the pot And then he pulled it out But his hands were dried just as before No traced of water Yet the pot was full of water He wondered And again he dipped his hands More and more and more But his hands were dried just as before No traced of water Yet the pot was full of water He wondered perhaps his hands Could not fetch the water, but his rubbery lips ‘I shall dip my head in to this pot I shall swig the water and empty the pot I shall live long past Noah History shall talk of me above Noah: He had lived one fifty years Before he started afresh-new youth-hood years Maybe I shall live long Long and long. Perhaps I might not defunct After emptying this long life pot My boy shall die while I'm exist I shall place him beneath soil of gold in zealot’ The rest will be posted latter. Thank you for reading me.
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