All contaminated,
All, here.
Foolish we are,
That not ready to
Accept so far.
Not that, we know not
The merits and
The demerits, still,
We are ignorant
How to use them.
We are faulty and
Busy in faulty actions.
Opening and closing,
They themselves are faulty.
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