The young artist drew a beautiful flower
And got precious prize for it,
He was extremely pleased,
Complacency completely grasped his mind.
That night when the gifted artist was deep asleep,
His conscience scolded him severely and said,
"Don't be complacent in life,
You have depicted only one lovely flower,
See so many great flowers are waiting in front of you,
You have to portray all those."
The talented creator realised his fault
And felt ashamed of himself.
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