When I see someone smoke
I feel pity for his family
Caught in the deadly pall
Engulfed in the dark blanket.
When I see someone drink
I feel pity for his life
As it is set to be submerged
In the deluge of kidney failure.
When I see someone lie
I feel pity for his heart
For it is molested day by day
In the court of ills and evils.
When I see someone speak
The truth that most of us evade
I feel pity for my own self
As it is lost in the world of lies.
- Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
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