Poetry

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The world of class

As part of my picking move,
I came into domain of class
With two distinct groups,
Of people in divers instinct!
Some to that height by hard labour,
While some by diligence favour!
Some are in the deep valley,
Have posses them by laziness
While some by inheritance or ignorance!
There are strata of steps on the hills of fame,
You either ascend the throne
Of descend the throne!
Some are by the virtue of help, to the rise
While some by the virtue of lack to the fall!

Among the various classes are the prevailed,
Most are knowledgeable.
Among these, there exist the big boss,
And in the category of labour there exist the big commander.
Some are recognised by their uniform,
While some just carry the emblem of commoner!
Some walk briskly in melody mood, the elegant
While some are moody,
They have their problems always,
Their memory is too sharp to forget her sorrow
Some are the old boss,
For quite a long-time, they have started the race.
But there are some young one in elders’ position
Either by chance or by worth,
May learn pride with freedom,
And, display arrogance with no price!
But few among these are wise
Peace dwell in them with contentment!

I wish to see and learn in the class of wisdom
It does not dwell amongst privilege!
Nor does it remain in the bosom of the rich or poor!
Some are great but have killing ideas!
While some are in the remote arena, but are wise,
They shall be great by wisdom!
There are classes,
Which words may not be able to exhaust,
However, there is need for wisdom in all!
There is the need of God in all these.

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