The dispute
......paves the path ahead

The dispute of the day Is still in a fray On the era that dwells with an aura on self.

It tracks each one and leaves none To the hands of fate an destiny

It labours hard like the tip of the sword Not budging with life and death

It draws its coil and makes it toil For it has to essay A billion odd lives

It grows in the weed And lays its seed On the tree behemoth And the weed beneath

It makes people feel Abt the world's drill To grind each one Into its mill

Its coins happiness And for some sadness But it is always says a tearful farewell

It makes the tree Shed the leaves and the bee It makes each decision That rules the world

It is onmipresent And the sense of it unduly resent For it we survive The wordly hasseles.

It coins the morrow It seals the borrow Of present and future it drools the nature