Why are the childrens of today so impatient, that I little know.
Why not ask future to dangle it's green leaves, and take the course of bloom and sweetness with flowers and fruits.
Your inertia is not rooted in abatement and waning.
Yours is for dabbibg a brush, and paint the sky with heart and soul.
Yours is for seeing and seeking the love of Godliness, and not to munch murkey thoughts, inside.
Hark!
Rue not on trivial things, that are all ephemeral and fleeting.
Delve deep inside in submission, obeisances to Divine light burning from time immemorial.
Plunge, make a mark.
Trail your essence in every nook and corner of the skies.
Breath till the end to gain an awe into the eyes of Sun and Moon.
The universe is not only His; it is yours too!
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