If the sun will not rise,
And it is not impossible,
Tomorrow will not come and
Say rise, rise men, rise
And get refreshed and go
To attend your duty.
No one can direct the earth
To revolve round the sun,
No one can comeforward
And clarify how all these
Are happening here, when
Nothing is happening and
Nothing to be happened as
Surprised or as regular routine.
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