How often I feel hungry
How often I feels thirsty
Not a matter of concern
Not a matter of importance
But how often violates the rules
How often our thoughts
The thoughts on ill motive
The thoughts against love
That only matter and concern.
How you behave to others
How you handle the crisis
Is it through violence
Or is it through diplomacy
And settle the things right ways
That only qualifies you always.
There are ways to fight others
Not in violent ways, but rightful
Through our conscience and knowledge
The might of the pen is superb.
The right knowledge ever high
Whatever the little loss there may be.
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