Give And Take

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Mending a wretched boat, That I snatched from, The wavy hands of ocean, It is a gift, my Master gave I am rewarded for my labor That I performed, “Capital for my enterprise” My Master had given me Everything that I needed, he took every thing back, When I was at the peak, I considered myself above all, I was punished but corrected my self, I learnt and identified myself, After a great fall, Now I have confessed, Prayed I am your creation my Master, And you are the creator, When I realized from within He gave me the wrecked boat, For I being wretched I am not mending only this boat, I my mending my future, My ego, my wretchedness My master plays a game of ‘give and take’ Creation must not put his Creator in stake

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