Let fledglings fly let passions ring
Tend to your whole life with a swing
Family treasures stay alive
With or without you in the drive
Father may want a son in line
But son to be head may decline
When self ambitions thwarted be
And may result in scorn or death
Just do your thing with utmost glee
For time is yours selectively
Forces of change come by design
From paradigm to paradigm
So happy be your flight while primed
All yours to conquer born inclined
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