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The hidden secret oasis of rest Glows with a mysterious light That the unbounded shimmering emerald Trees protect with an impenetrable siege Which majestic appearance Force the daring valiant to fiercely tremble. Fluid and powerful moves of the brave Could never unfold the secret Of an oasis that lies amid the dark And selectively welcomes the casual passers Who stumble upon its riches. Dreamers brimming with zeal Crave reaching the crystal-clear springs Where they would hear Whispers of graceful elegant palms Telling the tales of adventurers Brimming with bravery and unwavering resolve. Everyone covets becoming A dweller of the secret oasis of sublimity. The palms are used to watch them with eyes Hold the ancient gleam. Curious to closely observe Relentless attempts of intruders desiring to conquer The barred paths to the secret oasis That clear themselves deliberately to the chosen ones Who are almost some fools Pampered with favouritism. The oasis intention is to lure The bold adventurers to fall In the pit of pride and greed That they lose The more they approach the secret oasis. And before they discover that all their efforts ARE IN VAIN. Fate smashes the leftovers of their lives Forsaking them as straitened corpses Deprived of rest and every type of desire.
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Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 7:26 PM UTC
The Secret Oasis
The hidden secret oasis of rest Glows with a mysterious light That the unbounded shimmering emerald Trees protect with an impenetrable siege Which majestic appearance Force the daring valiant to fiercely tremble. Fluid and powerful moves of the brave Could never unfold the secret Of an oasis that lies amid the dark And selectively welcomes the casual passers Who stumble upon its riches. Dreamers brimming with zeal Crave reaching the crystal-clear springs Where they would hear Whispers of graceful elegant palms Telling the tales of adventurers Brimming with bravery and unwavering resolve. Everyone covets becoming A dweller of the secret oasis of sublimity. The palms are used to watch them with eyes Hold the ancient gleam. Curious to closely observe Relentless attempts of intruders desiring to conquer The barred paths to the secret oasis That clear themselves deliberately to the chosen ones Who are almost some fools Pampered with favouritism. The oasis intention is to lure The bold adventurers to fall In the pit of pride and greed That they lose The more they approach the secret oasis. And before they discover that all their efforts ARE IN VAIN. Fate smashes the leftovers of their lives Forsaking them as straitened corpses Deprived of rest and every type of desire.
#philosophy #irony_of_fate
naeemaabdelgawad
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Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 7:26 PM UTC
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