This poem is a reply poem for P.B Shelley's masterpiece To A Skylark.
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O' man what art thou praising?
Praise not me but the One
Who is always able of creating
More wonders under the sun
By uttering a single word of creation
My flight is nothing when compared
With His infinite miracles
He is truly the one uncompared
There are no such oracles
Which would be able to see the future samples
The sun rises and sets only
When He has given his consent
Those who are pious and holy
Know that it has been sent
To rest and then it is time for the crescent
I was made to be care free
And sing such melodious strains
So that man would know its He
Who has given thee a brain
So use it and then see where Nature refrains.
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