"On your mark, get set and go!
Grab the Golden Opportunities
that I scattered around you"
commands the Almighty.
And we run and run
from womb to tomb
grabbing or losing the gifts of God
we reach hell or heaven
as per our action.
Why to strive for a heaven unknown?
Instead of preferring a breathless run,
A cutthroat competition,
Run only for fun
And scatter love wherever you go
and turn this earth to a blissful heaven.
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