He who was born with silver spoon!
He who was born with a silver spoon,
In his mouth,
Didn’t know the refreshing room,
Of crystalline discerning heart in South!
His foul plays over significant desires,
Made him to brood unlikely in regret,
He who was not born as a survivor,
Didn’t know the fragrance of ordinary dessert,
Emotionaly he turned into a missile,
Strolling in terrible prejudice!
He who was only a devouring man,
Laughed in the face of worthful reality,
But when perils swallowed him,
He reluctantly became the prey to worthless fear!
He who was born with a silver spoon,
In his mouth,
Didn’t know the truth of harsh reality,
Literally became the witness to his own befall!
Swetha.
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