If your self is not pure,
If your aim is not sure,
If your way is to lure,
How will you heal and cure
This blindness of a new mind,
And the ills of a new kind?
If you are in the night,
If you are void of light,
If you have lost the sight,
How will you show then light
To those who have become blind,
And are lagging far behind?
If you are coy and shy,
If you don’t like to vie,
If you are apt to fly,
How will you do and die
For the sake of the mankind,
And the preys of the unkind?
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