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From Some Where Precariously life is terrible, if you afraid of death Other hand accept perpetual facility Provided by nature’s faith Why do you fear from that! If not to harm or start No way there is one can bereave of it Either accepts, or discard, promises of fact No spectacular in your pronounce, it comes upon When multifarious affluences and fortunes Pour upon you, without cause When other parts of same coins turn, as routing job You want to provoke self unsafe As irony and glamour, you stand in prosperity Learn to forward in other situations too Then only flashes light of the life, as As a prudential thought to you Those, who discarded rich through the sense, Of sacrifice or even charity both They sedate life precariously; you cannot count other, my love.