Once our human brains were small in size,
Then it's was very early state,
We couldn't talk but memorise,
We were totally depends on our fate,
Our brains were rich in hope,
The power of thinking started to be developed,
It took time to realize our brain's scope,
Using our brain we have invented lots of things in which are rich in list,
The early state of brain is over and new state is rising,
It's capacity is beyond of our thought,
Nothing can stop us thinking
Now we are trying to nock heavens gate;
The endeavour of our brain can bring spacious things
That's why we are called human beings.
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