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Beneath the Sky

Born beneath the sky
Where the birds fly

Ground populated
People frustrated
Less gaiety
More jealousy.
Love seems to be hidden
War and hatred killed many men
Trying to control nature
We are not that mature.

We come here to gain
In process we bear some pain,
Try to accept the reality,
Enjoy God’s creativity.

when our goal is achieved
We get buried
On earth – beneath the sky
Where the birds fly.

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