I go to my mother,
Teaches me a lesson says 'Don't bother'
I am so disgusted,
I am not delighged.
This is bad world,
It is a bad herald.
My son'Be patient.Think carefully
Wait wait! think deliberately.
'People aren't so good,
No, My son 'People may be rusted iron or gold.
Be innocent flower,
Your moral may be up to the tower
People smell your perfume,
You are alert.Don't play possum.
Your fame prevails,
They dignify your details
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