In this life full of hardness,
Why thou hath no feeling of affection for others,
Rather making this life peaceful, making it a place of sorrowness?
Why thee bad-blood'd ones hat forgotten that we all are like sisters and brothers?
In this world of beautiful things,
Why no love there for others in thy hearts,
Just living self-centered ones as kings?
And throwing at other's hearts, hatred fill'd painful-darts.
O! Rancor-fill'd ones,
Why shooting bullets filled with feeling of detestation into other's hearts by thy silly guns.
Thou must be fools to have such a feeling.
But one day will come, where to thy hurts, there will be none to give thou a feeling of healing.
So do good and be good with a feeling of affection for others.
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