Plot written by a master of all masters with all the devices
Appeared to us unknown and mysterious
He did not give us only to read
But also made us characters which compounds the mother of all complexities
As we never go interpreting our moves remaining unbiased
He makes us jealous, too
But such is the glorious plot He has
Only a non-poetic mind wishes to surpass or de-glorify Him.

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