A lone man, with a football,
On a lone ground, when heading the goal,
Can derive no interest out of it.
He requires court, rules, competitors,
And overwhelming spectators.
You have interest in life
As, with interest, the society watches you.
The society grooms you and brooms you.
24.05.2001, Pmdi
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