Learners love me, I love my lovers
Searchers look at me with an unseen sheet of papers,
I am knowledge;
My slackness damages the Empire and the Kings.
For monarchism, tyranny and cheese.
I am cruel, sloth and loose to move,
Who are idle to waste values to clove?
My body is cool, motionless to clone,
Who are active, prompt to know unknown.
I live in clear stream of streaky shoot,
Where I have choice of values to put,
Where the rights, bliss and voice are not uneven,
The beauties of the terrain are enshrined.
To fortify celestial and mental health,
The thoughts are free, festive and devoid of wrath.
To deal normal series of life,
This is the fact to wait on survive;
To bestow eternal peace to move on drizzling
Like the cute voice in the daze of a child
Have down pat on provoking.
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