And you give birth to the long ago pregnancy of interest,
You feed it with the breast of eagerness,
Cloth it with the colourful clothes of wants
When the unsmiling journey started—
You are an observant of others ambitions
Anxious also you are,
Ambitious you also love to be
But...
Few days—
Your child tears the cloth of want, in tears
It neglects your eagerness breast,
And...(so heavy to say)
D...
I...
E...
S...
Your interest dies along the journey;
It dies in few days seriousness.
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