There is a pot of gold,
Buried at the end of a rainbow;
At a place where the sky meets the earth,
Man strives after it since birth!
I did my share in my younger days,
And found myself running in a maze;
The nearer I ventured forward,
The further the distant hedge recurred!
Its destination no one has reached,
To lay claim over that pot,
One has to work hard to smelt the pot,
Using the heat of the sweat on his brows;
The gold will suddenly appear in his house;
This is the secret the elf has kept,
That wealth is earned through sweat,
Not by gambling or any side bet!


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