Movement on land
Not all pregnancies conceived
Might be well received
Some may terminate in between
And some may successfully seen
Such is yard stick
From luck
We often leave it to fate
But realize fact very late
How come we all live permanently?
Get never separated from family
Never die and go away from this lovely earth?
Expand family without fear of death
Nothing of such sort takes place
We are almost powerless
Nature takes its own course
Whether we enjoy it or curse
So it is wish of supreme power
That takes over
Wheel in hand
And guides full movement on land
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So it is wish of supreme power That takes over Wheel in hand And guides full movement on land