Few pains are there in my life
Very tasty of them are only five
So let me explore those with spirit high
My first pain is about my growing
I got the loving mother and father too
Only to understand Hal fly
And to show more brightly
Second is about having name
That is full of glory and fame
Where ever it sounds
Gets applauses rounds
Third is this large mouth
For hosting the game of truth
You would fail to stop it
Will try to mop it
Like foolishness of greedy dove
Long running behind it since childhood
On bare foot
Last the five one is a hole
Never ending, this confusing soul
Wishes unlimited
Desires unfolded
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