With shadow on your face,
With life’s disgrace,
With worm sucking blood,
You are covered with mud!
Wash your face with deeds you have done,
Then see it’s still black or gone!
Humour of life, you still will laugh,
Your core knows it’s only a bluff…
Why do you suffer and what have you done?
Search your mind, freshen your memories!
You will find them one by one…
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