It seems man has lost count,
to how many days have whizzed by,
on this stock of soil and rock
and as to how many gems in the sky,
under the sizzling fireballs ceaseless shine,
how many lives born divine,
under the ever watchful eye of the maker.
It seems man has lost count to how many drops of life ,
in the sea,
how many a tree, how many a flower,
how many a bird and how many a bee..
Man has lost count of all the small pieces out of which our world is made,
All man can count are the pieces of bread......