In the race
of the unending toils;
Bereft of
the appease of hues,
No more a
plethora of bounty;
All that lay
by the sail;
Of the duo
so dainty,
Either of
the loss or of the victory!
In the race
of the unending toils;
Bereft of
the appease of hues,
No matter how relentless is the trails of
ruse;
Crafty it
seems as your fellow proves;
Of the
throngs of distress they feign to muse;
Of the abysmal pain, yes full of disdain!
In the race
of the unending toils;
Bereft of
the appease of hues;
All I see the eyes that quench for the calling;
Amid the
ghastly galore that seems so appalling;
Yes it’s a
journey of the novice;
Oblivion of
the tangled platters of their niche;
Who knows
not what they destined to cling,
In the sea of
mass so cut throat;
All for the
battle to fight as they sling!
Today, it’s
a world of the known;
That knows
not to bemoan,
Yes, it is
the path full of bumps and bolts;
But just to
remember forever and always;
Not to
refrain the reigns once hold;
Of the
reigns that hones your being;
Of the
reigns that seeks your true calling.
In the race
of the unending toils;
Bereft
indeed of the appease of hues,
No matter life
a race in the midst of boos;
All it
requires to sway over the rues,
Of the freaking mind, Oh the fretted soul;
Spare no time,
spare no time;
For its all
yours,
At all toils of the hardships
That you
chose to reach the pinnacle of bliss!!!
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