It is beginning-less beginning,
Seeing all you may put question,
What about all these gaining.
Life is still here,
You cannot say it is stone,
Stone has also life.
Believe me, ocean has no water,
So also air is not moving.
Giving and taking all stopped,
Error occurred at every steps
And almost all say broken-life.
Matter is little but futile.
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