In the midst of riches
Never crave over pleasure
Do try to fathom the grief of the needy.
In the midst of roses
Never run after the wooers
Be cosiderate to comprehend the aches of the dried flowers.
In the midst of you
Never think of yourself only
Get inclined to do think of the other.
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