Loads of wishes on single tool of cycle,
Imaginative pictures and fantasy living,
Fabulous presentation of ecstatic world,
Encircled with bewitch spell
Lubricates its parts with hope and light,
Identify the paths, which are not right,
Fluxes and turns with every next movement,
Errand journey leads passengers to their doom
Lap of miseries, wishes and happiness,
Impotent after it gets evolve,
Faith makes its way smooth,
Emerge from the flesh to bone
Luxuries always do not accompanied,
Immeasurable struggle it requires frame of its foundation is ordeal
Frame of its foundation is ordeal,
Exorts and compels to step forward
Lethargic and lank the journey appears,
Immense inflexibility of time and decayed wheels,
False appearances may be deceptive,
Equipped with extra luggage of imagination
Labyrinth of paths confusing for the passengers,
Impassive of depicting the right path,
Frightening through its filthy dives,
Ensemble with all other golden beauties
Lullaby them in this hick burg,
Immunes them to shudder and suffer,
Fastidious misshape makes all ready for,
End which is expired and embulm
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