Ah, when you believe and do the great,
You may have the gardens of bliss, triumph
Be ever at your back, can prove a dark horse,
Or if you grow self-centered, you'll be a chump.
Make joy and sorrow a part of your routine,
Dwell saintly, forget not you're a stranger.
Sing honestly life's melody like a Robin serene,
Oh, you may, but be not a tough entertainer.
If you believe, or this rhyme will go in vain.
The heavenly realm itself tells the same allegory,
Springs best born flowers repeat same pain,
Time doesn't allow me to pen complete story.
True perfume comes from the flower wreath,
Best approach is to instill morality in your youth.
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