The aspiration of Man,
Is like the trapped air in ice;
The air inside gives it beauty and lustre,
With varied designs and shapes!
The aspiration leads Man to greater heights,
Like a rudder, it sets its goal and guides its directions;
When the ice melts, the bubble disappears,
Signalling its end is near!
His life now is drifted to and fro,
At the mercy of the currents and tides
Unable to keep track of its directions,
Soon succumbs itself to fate!


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