Even the worst fellows
Have some characteristics
Good enough
To be followed
It is entirely on our nature
What to learn
And what to avoid
A saintly person
Always grasps
Good things
And leave the vices
For those
Who are prone to avarices
Although born out of
Dirty water
A cloud never adopt
The poison of the sea
It only rains nectar
For a prosperous glee
What though
We are surrounded
By all inhumanities
We can churn out treasures
The horrible ocean’s
Infinities
God has given us sensation
And power of discrimination
Follow your true determination
And choose the right
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