I was moving down a valley when I saw a key,
I thought whether it was for someone else or for me.
The key was no ordinary but golden
And it was situated in something rotten
I was delighted by the golden one and thus moved to fetch it
For the key might be a gift of God for me to use it
Holding the key in my hand, I started to walk,
Hoping to see a nearby lying lock.
I searched a lot, I searched a lot,
But I couldn’t find a lock.
I got angry and my head became hot.
I got annoyed and threw the key,
I started to walk thinking what my next step will be.
While walking I thought,
The key was important for the one who had a lock.
Else the key has no importance,
And even a golden key is mock.
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