>≫≫The Joy Of Being Real

I persuade him To enter into the cage of knowledge And promise him lollypops of good reputation If he acts like goody, goody which he does And I chain him to the lath of wisdom For some time he is pleased with me And I am proud of him But later he feels suffocated playing artificial And day by day he is losing his self, To him the joy of being real is much more desirable Even he is given a bad name or called wild Sensing his will I set him free Open he comes out and gives me a pledge From today onwards he will be the most original And will never play goody, goody with any one Out of fear being called a wicked or naughty.