In the world where death is a dreadful relief
Possibilities have limits and abilities don’t matter
Where people have hosted and made peace with Grief
Bitter absorbing their hopes for the better!
I foresaw saints missing heavenly treasures
Hooligans and shenanigans escaping hell
Though they dwelt in the earthly treasures
But Time and Space knows no virtues in ringing the bell
And when I found that grain of fate
In the realities of dreams away from day
I had Time and Space in captivity; late
No more “space bound” I’m assured my pay
If happiness was independent, it would be every body’s choice
But time and space are the ones with the louder voice!
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