Before my eyes stood the vastness of the sea,
With a hundred boats lining the shore;
I got into all at different times,
But couldn’t complete any journey.
The time now is too late,
When I am flung
To the gauntlet of regret—
A regret arising from the batons of apathy.
Everything touched my tongue,
But nothing went down.
The tomb of learning had been built,
A worn-out shroud covering it,
While the Clock of skill didn’t stop.
The terrain of life is very rugged,
With cliffs and ridges,
With chances and sudden deaths.
But the terrain is verdant,
Lush green meadows deck the boughs,
Some bovine graze and some birds chirp.
But the house of cards lay by the river:
A river with few floating logs,
Holding onto which, many struggle
And reach land.
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