My wish
It is my wish
To ish* (God)
Let elders come to sense
And make us no tense
We feel bad
When see them sad
For simple quarrel
Over hardship and struggle
What is hurting?
When they are starting
They have crunch for money
Whatever comes in hand is handy
This makes them to worry
They are compelled to hurry
To adopt short cut
And honestly not put the fight
So we pray
For them to stay
With little comfort
And reasonably start
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So we pray For them to stay With little comfort And reasonably start