Before honouring
Try to know
Where I am,
Try to understand
My stand.
Praise me not,
I want to
Any pleasure
Out of it.
It is my own idleness
And my own laziness
That is giving me comfort.
By touching,
By tasting,
By smelling,
You can tell something,
But it is right,
Not sure, not like
That also.
Let me say,
Read my words.
But I am not here
To guaranty,
Let me say,
Everything is relative.
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