Figure it out, Oh! my dear
Why this world is round.
Some of the figures
Are in millions and crores,
Some in single digit,
Some human figures
Stout or lean,
Short or tall.
Stingy and fussy,
Happy go lucky,
Some cry even in happy event,
Some are born to groan.
Complain and grumble.
Some very generous and kind,
Some are very noble,
Some spread happiness and cheer,
Some make others to laugh and enjoy.
Some when they come home,
Make others mood spoiled,
Some when they go away,
Make others to feel relieved.
Some wherever they go,
Bring smile on the faces
Of everyone present,
Make the day and the time
A pleasant one.
May such figures live long
Who make others to live,
Love, smile and laugh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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