If we keep it in the closet,
We may use it infrequent,
Though we glimpse it seldom,
We leave it in the selfish boredom.
If we keep it in the shoe rack,
We may step on it with a smack,
To hurt everyone on our track,
Collect the dust of hatred a lot.
If we keep it in the book shelves,
We may leave it to be brownish,
Slow oxidation may lead to frustration,
Open those books of love and read often.
If we keep it in our hearts,
It flows and runs to every part,
To nourish the weak and needy,
Who are visible in every disparity.
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