Dad teaches me to forget the Past
Mom also says to forget the Last
Targets and Hopes are different
I am told those by my both parent.

Hope is illusion
Target is expectation
Some say Hope is absurd
Nothing but to cause disturbed.

Every shadow of Hopes is seen
I am running for this and like to have a keen
Failure brings me much sorrow
Sit beneath a tree looking at a crow
The blackbird never has anger
I see him always happy and cheer.

He does not hope to fly very high
Likes to be on the ground but not in the sky
He has no parrot beauty and looks ugly
Not being able to sing but happy.

Not annoyed by Cuckoo's singing
Who was born by his hatching
Cannot make a nest like a tailor bird
Do not feel jealous, not try hard.

Feeling happy for what he has
Do not be morose and feel abash
I come back to my normal state
Thinking of the past and future only waste.

Wish to live like the simple crow
Be happy with little not make row
Should not grouse and be upset
Things will come as it is my fate.

Thinking too much to fly is foolish
All these make my image tarnish
Take a vow not to have high ambition
Goodbye to Hope and Expectation.

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