If you can sense earth’s gravity,
And whirling motion of the earth,
If you can see each twig, leaf grow,
Aware of each cell-division.
If you can hear inaudible sounds,
And insect noise and when breeze blows;
If you can hear your creaking joints,
And churning, grinding in stomach.
If you can see the stars, planets,
Just by your naked eyes afar;
If you can count your beats of heart,
And air into and out of lungs.
Then,
You could turn insane at once,
And never sleep or enjoy foods;
You would then curse your very birth,
And die early, yearning for mirth.
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