Selfishness - Poem by vijay gupta
Once a naughty kid shot dead a crow.
The crow fell on the earth.
Suddenly so many crows gathered on the spot in five or six minutes,
Roaring and gyrating on the spot.
How much they loves to their companion?
Now we can observe so many peoples, who cares him self only.
They are unaware by the difficulties of their own persons,
even their nearby peoples.
But when they are in botherations they cry for help
and preaches a lesson of helping others.
But in their case they always do the reverse.
How can we categories such peoples?
They are selfish persons.
I hate such persons.
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