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Low void on the high end Teared fists in midst of Tears of mist Tarried sand on the solo voyage twist Of the cause, and still the reason Between the terrain and the everlasting rains An unfolded mind of upholstery It could be ease; this life could have been easier Only under the generalization of the new age The barrier and frontier And the archival of the old ages Living a Promise, Praying a will Will all be as is, as is seen from will, Never to regard it therefore as a wheel , For it never turns as expected, One more number added, one more increment of increase Another appreciation to be said , another honor to manifest A gift at hour, worth a gift in life time Since cultivated at hour, for life or more Less or least, west or east Emotions are sagging beast, dwelling coast Tag dragged to make and live you crying Straight out the heart crawling It wasn’t farewell , it was hope to meet in future And a courage to lose attachment ,the desire to ignore existence.