Freedom In Life Leads To Hell


Grandmother is the head,
Because grandfather is at bed,
This permits us to be naughty and brave.
Fathers and mothers love,
Makes us such that we forget the clock,
For which we roam in a flock and behave like duck.
At last we see the clock,
And realize why we behaved such.
Freedom makes our lives,
But more over helps to be thieves.
Freedom comes along with a sign of ringing bell,
And takes us to the hell.

Submitted by Abhiman mishra.

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