This is for me,
That is for thee,
But this and that.....
Both are for him,
That's why he excels everyone
In this great field,
They ask me and thee,
But they never ask him,
He succeeds,
But he fails most of the time,
Still he is the finest
With his innocent and friendly existence,
He is absolutely devoid of
Enmity, jealousy, fear and anxiety,
He is very much earthly,
But his soul is divine.
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