Criticism is the chisel which shapes cultures in our societies,
Like the butterfly effect,
You never know which strike led to its strength or weakness,
But you can be sure none the less,
It will lead to crossroads,
Of likes and dislikes,
Though however careful we may tread the chosen paths,
One day our karma will loom over us,
Then left with two choices in either hands,
To be criticized or join the critics.
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