Three kinds of people
Are here with me
Good people are weak
And they can not do
Any works by themselves
Another kind of people
Are passionate in nature
They love they create
Without them my house
Lacks some beauty
And the third group of
People they are with me
Fully ignorant and they
Do not know what they are
Doing for what purpose
I making balance among
Them staying herein my house
In great difficulties
This is my house and
You are putting questions
As to how I am here
Wait I am going to say
More about it in next poetry.
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