Wish and want
Is unending for human beings
Like a pot with undistinguished hole
Never fulfill up to the neck of it.
Pour and pour
Till the last breath
Again you find
There is gap on it.
Very fun
It is the daily life
With expectation
To fulfill the pot of wants
And the exercise never ends.
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