You find rotten eggs
Sold on a large scale
By their glamour
The color white, symbolizing
purity
But you are amazed
After sale, at the ultimate
It has spoilt your odour
The moment inner disposed!
It's too late, the time you
you know the truth
O! Mirror, you reveal not
But conscience whispers
The inner truth.
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