On its own
Fire extinguishes.
Wait and
Watch time
And enjoy cream.
Crying has its
Own taste
Different, though
To different persons.
Road of life
All slippery
And also foggy.
Swim not
Blindly.
Stay alert,
No use, though
While facing tide.
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True sir. But still being cautious safeguard trouble and yes taste of crying is different for everyone.