Man on his birth on earth
Is first an unaccomplished soul
He then has to show his worth
By reaching to his next goal
And be an accomplishing soul
Crossing the unaccomplished path
Playing his worldly and timely role
And avoiding The Almighty's wrath
Then reach the accomplished end
And restore till his final breathe
As there's a lot for him to bend
And never return back to the first wreath
As life is a struggle till the last breath
And it ends or follows with death
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