What law upholds is just a possibility
And what is probable is not law
What is perceived is only a view
And perceptions may be wrong
The world sees what is shown
It mocks, it laughs
But those who understand
Are sad at heart
Can walls enclose a star
Can light be packed in a lunchbox
Anything but love
Can it remain in a mother's heart
The world is like this
A man is like this
Either a joke or sarcasm
Till misfortune overtakes one's thoughts
Temple one makes of four walls
His heart pure with noble thoughts
Vagaries of fate can't hold one step
He shall march, he shall march!
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