At the surface
It is sweety
It is like heaven,
But at last it taste
Bitter as if hell.
At first it is pleasurable
But in the long run
It is dangerous and fatal.
It is painful-our truthful labour
At the outset, but it
Gives happiness at last,
It provide peace and it
Enable us to get ourselves
Free from all shackles.
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