With Silver Spoon One

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It has endless end Either you go ahead with foe or friend You need to move with firmness With resolution and smile on face Long or short You need to report At each move And prove It is not your goal You to respond to call You are not here to pass time The nest is to be created for all the times You will know the different nature Of people, relatives for sure Friends may sometimes stab from the back Even future may be put at stake With all these known dangers You have to prove as good managers Without any remorse or anger You are moving ahead as stranger You might have born with silver spoon In air condition room or in open afternoon The poor family may rear you With same love and care as required through

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