To cut connection -
Not the principle,
Not the advice.
To join the opera -
Not proper,
Let me tell, dear.
But here, see
A stage,
And you have to
Walk and dance.
You have to compromise
With your own shadow.
Expel not
Any one.
Each one has
Specific role
To play and
You have to obey.
It is all perpetual,
All usual.
True, life is
Not for sale.
Business has no place,
And you have to
Show your own glaze.
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