Pure would not work
Properly here.
I am peaceful
I am lusty
I am angry
In pure form
I am useless.
I could not work
In this world
As I am peaceful.
I am blind without
At least a tinge of
Peacefulness or restraint.
Overwhelmed with anger
I could not function
Without a mixture.
The world is here
In mixed mode.
As I am in service
I am truth conscious.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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