Kusa Grass,
If any one,
I know, handles,
You wrongly
The blade in you
Cuts the hand.
Careless act and
Vow badly kept, I know,
Bear no sweet fruits.
My dear men, learn
From Kusa Grass and
Guard yourself
Within and without
And stay far from grief.
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