The immensities lit by a star,
World of fancy and its occulting power,
Verdures and rivulets spread so far,
Is it real or a bizarre?
The encroaching desert and the bloom,
The birth cradle and the doom,
The invigorating dawn and the resilient noon,
Is it a bane or a boon?
The teenagers strut and the mind,
Directed in paths of many kind,
Knacks and skills sometime bind,
Yet no alleyway could be find.
The intense passion and aspiration,
Embodied with melancholy and confusion,
To do something is the subtle aim,
Abound with earning pelf and fame.
Is there entrenched thoughts- there stands no end,
Ideologies, often from their prescient they lend,
Apt stage to show the tacts and deeds,
Or hearing chimes in the lap of meads.
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