To be selfish, seems, is some times for good
Goodwill, yes, but keep a distance, you should
Sticky affection is an early version
This may soon grow to a full blown passion
Thy mind may call it selfish, but take care
It’s still under the sway of form you wear
The old ass is wily, plays its own tricks
Has your dear mind play ball to its kicks
There `s a Mother who `s wiser than us all
She’ll take care of you along with your pal
Leave off thy pretence thou art a know all
Grow thyself. Become thou a mighty tree
Thou will cast a homely shade, fruits free
But thy all affairs with Sun it would be
Plant says - `goats, come - dies
Tree casts a huge shade, gives fruits
Its affair `s the Sun
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