If the box was full of Evil
Why was it gifted at all?
Light up the wick of Conscience,
And the waiting lamp within,
Does too much joy a sadness bring
Must there be little bits of everything,
Rivers flow but they tell us no more
Where they come from , where they go,
Since we don’t know why we are here
Let’s do what the the Heaven we like,
If the box was full of Evil
Why was it gifted at all?
Certainly, do what you think you must
To keep your country ‘first’
When I look back at the years gone by
I do so with a gentle smile
The ferocity of the good ol’ sun
The serenity of the moon,
Why do you look at me disconsolately,
When warmth is all I provide?
Someone keep me company,
Someone share some thoughts with me,
Life is a game,
Light-hearted stuff:
Those with secrets in their hearts,
Have no place to hide,
O, for the ecstasy of not knowing
That which would rend my heart,
Ripples in the pond and waves in the sea;
Little steps, giant strides of an unknown destiny.
The natural intelligence of Man
Ensures that we, as Humans
Sailor, tinker, tailor, et al,
Ordinary people at one's beck and call,
How blank the mind
Neither thought nor word penetrating enough
Let the Sun fill you and your days with its rays
Let Darkness too feel its warmth and its light,
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