Happenings are spontaneous
Enters without notice
Causes havoc throughout life span
Makes holes in a sound wall
As a team of termites do.
A termite if gets a chance
To enter his head in
Can able to run a tram
In the tunnel it dugs.
Causes have no excuses
To compromise
The tunnels of ill thoughts
Covered with muddy exhibitions
Of repulsive expressions
Dwindles the progress
Of achievements
One should.
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