And you gave birth to the long ago pregnancy of interest,
You fed it with the breast of eagerness,
Clothed it with the colourful clothes of wants
When the unsmiling journey started—
You were an observant of others ambitions
Anxious also you were,
Ambitious you also loved to be
But...
Few days—
Your child tore the cloth of want, in tears
It neglected your eagerness breast,
And...(so heavy to say)
D...
I...
E...
D...
Your interest died along the journey;
It died in few days seriousness.
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