Your ideas you just write
In any way you truly like
In case they are supreme
Surely the World claps
Never make a meek compromise
When criticisms are leveled
Minds of people are very tricky
They behave always improperly
When you are damn worried
World adds to your burden
When you love to take rest
World goads you to be busy
World is about you least bothered
It will offer only unwise advice
And never consider your growth
It will after spoiling just leave
Giving importance to this World
Is the worst curse upon all of us
Neither hate nor love the society
Keep them at a very safest distance
Never render any inglorious act
That may destabilize the World
But, at the same time, remember
To save yourself against mischief.
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