Values In Life – 3

Values In Life – 3 short poem

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With values life will get aid
And illicit, bad, nature preyed,
Without them we remain maid
Who follow like weeds swayed.
Are we void of them paid?
Yes, but temporarily laid,
Laid with burden and stained.
With values we are under shade,
Poor, deprived but sin is out lade.
Values get immorality out flayed
Like an IT officer criminal raid.
Hence values – an important shade
Never let us or world be afraid
And always scale on our grade.
So let values reign the world jade
Precious and treasured be it made.

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I am a teacher in Divine Child School, Mehsana, Gujarat, India. I think I am a creative teacher. I always believe in "Pigs can fly."
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