A never-ending question is
The key in this planet,
It rules the earth
With great authority,
The question shines brightly at daytime.....
But more brightly at night,
That's its vital strength,
The ignorant soul knows
The answer of it,
He claims so,
But nobody believes him,
Because he is ignorant,
That's the worst problem,
So the question remains deeply ingrained
With the earth's soil,
Someone whispers here,
Someone whispers there,
This way the civilization goes on
In a mysterious way.
No solution whatsoever!
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