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Maybe I shall live long
Long and long.
Perhaps I might not defunct
After emptying this long life pot.
My boy shall die while I'm exist
I shall place him beneath soil of gold in zealot’

To his surprise the pot was drenched
In his sight the pot was emptied
He winked and glanced at the pot a million times
So sober he was
‘Father, have you drunk the water?
Moreover, what is the necessity of this water?’
Asked small baby, in his sight, the pot was full of water
‘Father, I also shall drink from this water
And take a little home for my younger ones
And also for my friends’
With hands merged together
In the pot, small kid fetched the water
‘Father, will you drink more, this is sweet?’
Big kid stretched his hands out
And received the water and swigged
Realizing he was being self-interested
He could not live for just himself, but also others
Family and friends and none-friends
Must benefit the good act of his existence

So silent was the years passed by as kite
Two years had elapsed and this night
Pleasantly, big baby passed away just as night
But once more he realized 
His children were his long lived
His children were his elixir of life


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