The men have been struggling since time immemorial
In search of a happy and peaceful world,
They have no respite,
Whenever they see a luminous point,
They run for it,
But as they go closer to it,
It vanishes,
Such incident happens days after days,
Still they try again and again to reach the bright world,
Though it remains a mirage.
The process continues till the end,
The laborious men do not give up,
"will they ever achieve their goal? "
It's a very critical question at this juncture.
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