See the fun, of the one
who seeks to shine, without strain
he is the son, of the don -who
does not see the sun, for his works to be done
staying in the slum, he waits for the chance to come
when it come, he becomes ruin
rarely he speaks to some, to get the bun
and behaves like the jane, who hates the men
he has the sum, for his future run
without the cling, which will make him pine
he blames the sin, which makes him spun
like the wing, of the running fan
Once he met the nun, at that time
he enquired the prime, cause of his shame
Laziness is the crime, pointed by the nun-
to that man, who is in the dusty bin
then he used the time, to sweat in the heat of the sun
which made him to turn, his life in to the shine...
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