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This is Life!

a poem by Kirupa

That morning when I noticed a volcano there, I became blue,
As it was apparent on the nose, she called me Miss Pimple.
My countenance did fall and my face did show a dimple;
I turned pale simultaneously with it that changed to crimson hue.

As eruption of magma from the volcano, the pimple emanated pus
And progressively a rind was formed over and it did get heal.
No girls allure to have pimple and think it to be a huge gale
But I learnt: such like things come and go in life to which we should not fuss.