In our home, where we dwell and dine
We rest, revel and our lives do shine
the gaiety of life in our world recline
and we build our lots for us to be fine
...
In the hope of an umpteen boon I sit
Like a star still in the spell of the night
Shunning the dole of diurnal orbit
Solo scouring mega rays of the Light
...
How many schemes may die
In one short Afternoon
Entirely unknown
To those they most concern-
The man that was not lost
Because by accident
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