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#‎Day21_People‬

A child learns by mostly observing;
Picking out the norms from the abnormal,
From what its surrounding has.
He who learns not from his mother,
Has the world to screw him!
Or so goes the saying!
But at times we need the world more.
A lioness will always shield the cubs from everything,
Till time proves otherwise,
When the cub comes of age!
The paws of the mum become of little help,
When a new king ‘Fusa’ takes throne.
And so it goes, that older cub starts its life journey
Going through hunger pangs
And rejection from other prides away from none that he knows!
Meeting new friends who chase him
For trying to take what’s theirs
Hardship becomes its norm
Until an old Fusa beckons retirement!
Meeting new people is not a punishment
It is life’s way of teaching you
About the world
Cruelty and rejection
Can make you king if you take it well

So allow critics to a have a field day
What is the worst that can happen anyway!?
People.

©Krv_200616

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