Space, space, space 137
Is there anyone who doesn’t fight for space?
We all crave for space, space for living and lying,
Space for even burial even in death and reclining,
Mushroom growth of competition for space
grows at a faster pace, faster pace,
If God’s creation is not bound by a phased pace,
The eyes two would be disproportionately out of place,
and nose on the face would be in equal chaos.
Between me and you, there is so much of space,
Else everything will be amiss!
When there be no space between the
Inhabited ground and the limitless blue sky
how can you and I travel to space?
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