Irrespective of your
Different fathers and mothers
Be lifted my child
You've outgrown being praised
This days people
Fulsomely
Find it easy to adulate
When things get undulated
In a matter of eyes blink
The cloud in their mouth gets heavy
They lay off rains in words
To wash off that they praised
When you are praised kindly absorb it
When you are lifted kindly adsorb it
You will last more being lifted than praised.
This days people
Fulsomely speak
Both online and offline but
Be lifted, praises agitate
You... My child.
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