Three categories
High middle and low and
They are not pulling on
Well here.
High have vanity
And they are envious
Middle are proud
And they have burning sensation
Low are jealous
And there is no heaven
For all of them.
O my dear, Being yours
I am above all the three
And see I am free and pure.
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Nice Discrimination has been a curse to our society! But poets are really God's kids free from all such vices.