Hear me well my son
Let my words be on your left palm
So not to go with mouthful consumption
My son,
Rebuild your faith
This journey you are to embark
Is likely to be that of fate
My son,
Binding tightly your trouser rope
So that it won't fall along the lane
For your hand may caught no leisure again
My son,
Eat now as your stomach can contain
For there may be no food for long
Though this my words may rule
My son,
These journey
Is called life
Life:
In it
You have to be yourself
It make you to be unique
My son,
Work
I mean work hard
It doesn't kill;
But rather make you real
My son,
Let your thought be positive and unlimited
Bottom line:
Be prioritize
My son,
Women are salt of life:
Phenomenal
But neither eat her raw
Nor constantly
As salt is not a food
My son,
Be prayerful
The most perfect weapon
To fight and conquer enemies
My son,
Never loose hope
It kept you breath and stay agile
My son,
Be always reasonable with my words
And let them be executed
Either you are alone
Or amidst of people's
A farewell........
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