No star asks the heaven about its shimmering on an aphostic curtain
No raindrop ever puts its case before the clouds
No flower swiftly shuts its door too see the bees
No branch goes up when fruits are pregnant
Obedience is nature by birth
My father's soul bid us goodbye cheerfully
The Almighty wants this from all human biengs
Parents from their sons and daughters
Teachers from their different pupils
And we from each other in society
This laces us in sync and a new relation is built
That accommodates humbleness and honour
Children must develop this habit and this be inveterate
Like their luscious breakfast at each reddish rise
And plant this in their schools and homes
Where juniors will smell this and crave to do more
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