You dig out a hole and plant this seed
Water it but it turns out to be a weed
Dominant it becomes as it grows large
Carrying preconceived notions in a barge
People will come, laugh and sit with you
Most of them stones and diamonds would be few
They tend to water this weed
But pity you, you pay no heed
You go beyond your lane
To entertain them, you even bear pain
Happily you do so, but
The weed keeps growing close and shut
When your turn comes to get acclaim
No one is there to shower you fame
For the weed you grew
You only will have to get it through
Expect from others and you get empty dishes
Expect from yourself to fulfill all your wishes.
As under the bridge of fake praises and assurances
There flows a river of selfish adherences.
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