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The Ultimate Plan
MM (11/1/1970 / Mumbai)

The Ultimate Plan

The ultimate plan,
I just dont understand.

We are all somehow put together,
Particles of dust, water, vacum and ether.

That bulb in the sky is termed a star,
Seems so close but alas is so far.

The moth dangling on the ceiling,
I wonder what she is feeling.

Trillions and trillions of pieces perfectly in place,
Which includes the human race.

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This is a great piece of work penned - keep it up.