Cultivation of prediction breaks the wave
Runs over the golden beach of the soul;
Preparation of dawn before stars vanish
Lips of hope brighten by the golden bowl.
The rays of hope diffract without notice
Significant change appears to make busy;
The days of pains and sufferings vibrate
New dawn's hope wishes; brings them dizzy.
New vim and stimulus generate inside
Makes the future honeyed and lustrous;
Sees the society as an abstract painting
Changes to himself; let others to discuss.
Convex heart in the dawn reaches the top
Blissful wait to gather all heavenly moments;
Intending soul runs in search of Godly life
Pushes the malpractices of the past intents.
12-01-2022
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