Work
I am as like storm
Storm doesn’t consider anything
When I go on working
I proceed at a speed of storm
Do not care left or right- high or low.
I am of them
My work for those
Will comes to use.
On my way of stormy speed
Who becomes sufferer?
I am not of them
I am as like storm
Storm doesn’t consider anything.
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