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Ill Result

A boy
sincerely, creatively
Escaping sleep night
Performed a task
Difficult to his boss
A task given him
As was master of
A task asking for
Sacrifice of his wedding
A task which promised 
his at the pinnacle
With others ordering 
He completed task
But media was reported
What his boss told
The credit went to 
His boss vanishing his name
So ill thought arrived
And he demolished
His work for humankind
Task benefited humans
But due to credits
The "get done" was ill
And rather demolished.
                  
                               BY:
                               Vrushani Thaker

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