you can never steal my asset,
how much ever you try, i bet.
you can see it all the time with me,
whenever or where ever i may be.
in every mood, cool and bile,
i never leave it for a while.
i wear it every second on my face,
in troubles or in happy phase.
at times i fret and cry,
still i wear it.i dont know why?
when some one nags me or plays a jest,
i wear my asset. its the best.
smile is my precious asset,
the best possession, one can get.
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