Often the cats,
run after the rats
Why not say the rats make them run
Some people chatter,
to prove they are better
Never to ask them, what they have done
One may be rough,
and seem to be tough
But still his heart, can easily be won
The conflicts may halt,
with a pinch of salt
But never with a forceful use of the gun
Life may be a sorrow,
or a better tomorrow
The mystery remains, but that's the fun
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