He is quite an ‘Ahoy’ boy,
Nuisance in his innocence
Has no sense of woe
Venturing for his essence
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Ideology never excites him
Instead, he visions for new personality
He is an insomniac
Failing on his skills, ah so lazy!
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He knows this indifference,
But dream paints him as crazy
He has to run, run for the mile
Seek for the triumph, eventually
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Oh teacher!
What if he demolished himself
On the path of his eventful journey
What if he chaotically found himself lost
On the verge of his stupidity
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I guess on that day
He would go awry
Try to reason with his misfortune
Tangibly hurt himself for his deficiency
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But hey Teacher!
He will mold himself again
Take blessing for specialty
Hustle for the amiss divine
Oh teacher, just give him the vitality!