Fool's Paradise

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Why not live in fool’s paradise? Whether it is matter of merchandise? Or be it a sensitive debate to publicize? No restriction on view’s to exercise It matters nothing or very less, No duty, no levy or any type of cess, Even If you turn it n mess, No opposition or resistance to face, I can become mister in a day, No matter it is Sunday or Monday, Morning in Japan, USA in midday, Evening in Paris and night in Norway, All will queue up and bow their head, Write down my views and ask for lead, All my speeches with headlines and read, No question of livelihood for butter and bread, I may make move and suddenly laugh, Beautiful females are ready to become better half, Where ever I go, receive rousing welcome Daily new attire with suits and look very handsome, World is full of agony and little misery? Suppressing the voice and keeping in slavery, Might and power needs no bravery, To remain in paradise don’t be in hurry For few minutes you may have kingdom, At helm of affairs and feeling no boredom, High palatial building with more luxurious rooms, Flowers in hand waiting all beautiful grooms, One should always try but not look fool, keep temper in control and look cool, All worries may vanish with no tension, You may not be forced to make any mention

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