Quickly all those quicker men,
Rushed to get their shares.
Limited stocks Limited pain,
Uttered the white faced bears.

The stall for souls were opened up wide,
Bears were selling lives.
Freshly departed humans stride,
To gain the best of vibes.

Separate stalls for different tales,
How they died and left.
The stalls had rooms to check the mails,
And locks to prevent theft.

One by one those lanky souls,
Were called inside the stall.
First they spoke of broken goals,
Then they chose a ball.

Balls were red, green, yellow pink,
You can lift anyone.
No time to blink, wink or think,
Untill the job is done.

Different paints had different tales,
A game of luck by chance.
Some can make you mighty whales,
Some can make you dance.

Snowy bears from heaven's abode,
Stood there with their list.
One by one they matched the code,
Amidst the airy mist.

Quickly come and get a ball,
Gain a life of choice.
The fast you come, the fast they call,
They fast you hear a voice.

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English Poem by Dipanjan Bhattacharjee : 111466266

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