He and I were in rift
He whispered poverty
I was busy chasing it
He created all riddles
I was busy solving them
He presented all hassles
I was busy passing them
He hampered progress
I was busy leaping over
He created wounds
I was busy ignoring them
He sent muscle power
I was busy confronting those
He sent deceivers
I was busy bypassing them
Alas,
He sent love and tenderness
And there I got flattered;
Busy doing nothing!
And the story ends!:-)
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