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A Source for Refuge
Fleeting time, fleeting time
Sets its tune with its fleeing rhyme
Time and tide, yes, wait for none
Promised, they keep their eternal run.
A moment passed can never return
Another impending moment wait its turn
Promised, day and night occur and recur
Never looking back in their fleeing stupor.
With promises to keep, born as mortals
We have to abide by them till the final ritual
Being guests in the Lord's unbound shelter
Let us not be slaves to the external glitters.
Having ravaged our own nests with passions
Past has taught us many far-sighted lessons
With grudge and deceit, many of us got ruined
With short-lived selfishness, ignominy was gained.
We are duty bound to co-exist in peace
We are duty bound to protect the values of peace
But we have no regard to either of them
Vying always to fight for supremacy and fame.
Trust has been lost, became a dream dear
Poor became poorer, rich became wealthier
Rocked by mass killings, violence and strife
No succor to the needy and no refuge for life.
Yes, at this hour of turmoil and humiliation
Why not we seek refuge at the Lord's bastion.
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