Humans are like scorching summer,
Smouldering with everyone's wonder.
Angry and furious as heat of summer,
And never having a soft corner for any comer.
They can't tolerate success of any soul,
Instead they love to troll.
Blazing like hell,
And never feeling well.
Burning like rage fire flames by developing envy for others,
Rather than becoming someone's brother.

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