But a solitary thing, I don't know, when we yield why can't sow,
as much crowded this world will, the more people, we find alone.
Everyone aim to get some big, put up a life; if not dig,
Everyone is born to compete, achieve a lot if not hit,
Hit the shot- at least endeavor, win them all: if not try.
These days every creature is born, some with a beautiful brain
And some with a golden spoon, verdict: the taste of this world
They want hot when it's cold,
when the question is tossed up in the air to let the world know who is here,
everyone else know how to solve,But the race is won, by that swan,
who sings his words in a unique way,
As the world these days wants to pick, not the correct answer but the different one,
So tune your words, tune your mind, tune your body and ready to shine,
don't worry to compete with rest, when you can tune your knowledge,
In a rhyme, known by all. Hence, I bet you my friend- you won’t fall............................
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