Dead are countless humans, till today,
Since the Creator began their evolution,
With brief extant of life if bright or gray;
They haven't return'd, will haply ne'er return.
And they did live how we are living now,
With dreams and acts, so with same pains and pleasure,
For them, for blood, or for some other fellows;
Some gain'd, some fail'd, and some were granted neither.
But all did fall to lie fore'er beneath,
Throwing at us the question: Will we be dying?
We know we will, to swell the belly of death--
The ultimate to which does float our living.
Do you say we've no might to change the course?
Then you can't see in us the Creational Force.
-- N P Samal
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