Uncertainty is like the dark cloud in the sky,
During the rainy season,
It does have its own whim,
It does have its own reason!
As long as there is uncertainty,
There is an unseen pressure,
Which keeps on going up,
Like the market's share!
Uncertainty is as troublesome as Iago,
We feel tense unless tranquility we move to.
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