Born a boy, successor of genes.
Apple of eyes, pleasing grins.
Early ages, full of joy.
Day and nights, full of whys.
Trainings, learnings, decisions made.
Yes a magnate, no need consent.
Houses change, and also the rents.
Feelings never, made in days.
Members opine, perceptions create.
Serving or self, no chance to make.
Family in clusters, full of layers.
Bitter was taste, cause wasn’t a mayor.
Tangy crisps, oily myths.
Past was marvel, present no bliss.
Confused of salts, sugar held halts.
Path not taken, wit within walls.
Blocked by coverings, generation calls.
Eyes on apple, searching worth in alls.
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