Sitting near the seashore,
Under the shade of large tree
The thoughtful man asked himself
The purpose of life, the world
And also the things of such big riddles
Nearby a boy was continuous attempt
Where he takes water in a little pot
And speedily pours outside in open earth
The man asked politely, dear boy
What you are doing here as an effort
Where the answer was I am continuing my job
To carry the whole water to make it empty
As you tries to unravel the mysteries of world
Which is a futile attempt at least now.
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