My dear Pearls!
Don’t be proud
That you are the costliest.
There are many
Still in deep seas.
My dear Diamond!
Don’t be proud
That you are the brightest.
There are many,
Still in the mines.
Miss World! Miss Universe!
Don’t preen
Being the beauty queen.
There are many
Out of contest
For their modesty.
20.11.2000, Pmdi
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