THE PACED MAN
You who gaze me where I am
You oh! sir,what is your name?
Neither you appear.Neither do I know
What monument loves me much as this?
The moment I Slip becomes no slip
As much as smiling in such a sought
With ample grace and woven trends
Tell me the reason sir?
How do I know you at paced
Very well of greater degree
Your unknown face,unconscious smoothened grace
You oh! Sir,what is your name?
Some waximise binds my starling blue
Sometimes days,sometimes longer nights
Whenever I move as it seems
I can feel your presence, paced man
Nighter you appear,nighter do I know
Then greater bond of our charming deal
Which posits no threats or wearingness at all
For your unknown face and delightful love
Sorry,I cannot run away from you
You're a paced man.Still a paced man
Whom I do not know or ever seen before
But this feeling keeps telling me which man you are
May you open the hands of heaven.
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The invincible forces of our wellbeing, purpose and dreams are blessings from God.They help us make good choices, love endlessly and ability to acknowledge the force of good will.