1.
In goodness
Let me tell
In all white form.
But mind it,
The color of ignorance
Is not black.
2.
I am being charged
What I am not.
But what I am
Not known to
Anyone here.
3.
How many world
I can't say.
And why should
I say.
4.
You said reddish,
Not like that, though.
5.
Come a enjoy,
Called perfect -
A day.
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