Create a history
or solve a mystery
or shall we do something chemistry
Climb the Everest
or shall we rest?
three sixty five days in a year
each everyday ideas we share
But today is the day a little bit strange
Our empty minds with nothing in its range
A numerous thoughts are flooding in our mind
All those ideas together we bind
Four hours after the hallucinations in brain
We are now sick and our eyes strain
Oh! we wondering, spent the whole day
With a call of mom, it's the time to lay
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