A king was there,
sitting on a chair,
loooking at the sky,
thinking what if i would die
Suddenly his friend come there
The king said,"most welcome my dear"!
"There was a question in my mind
what is need to be so kind
we must die oneday
and all the people would forgot me after someday
They would be happy with their new king
And would forget my kindness and blessings"
His friend smiled and replied to his question,
"Oh my dear kindness doesn't mean appreciation"!
"It's a source to reach heaven
Which is much pleasure that listening praise by ten or eleven"




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