All my hopes go in vain,
And leave me in nothing but pain.
I hope for a companion
Who would sit by me till death.
But Alas! As I am surrounded
By a world to which non-loyalty is bound.
I hope for some wish,
Which would help reach liberation.
But Alas! I am in a world,
Where liberation is hurled,
I hope for a world of peace,
Which would allow, even grass to race,
But alas! Destruction moves in pace,
And gives peace a wild chase,
If only the Providence touched the world,
His toe would have evil hurled
But Alas! Evil has created thorns,
Which allow the providence’s toe to be torn.
I wait for the end of the world,
Where evil shall be forever curled.
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