We all are prone to human weaknesses
That makes us to miss
The rich heritage that we all have
To treat others well and behave
Anger
Open hunger
For rage and hatred
And makes us dead
What is option for love instead?
The message is not well read
In sadness, we lose control
With real sense to respond a call
Yes, promises are made
But not in trade
There it is commitment
With all facts before and nothing remains absent
Go and decide
What all you can hide?
As secret
And not others to let
Act as wise person
With all that relevant reasons
It shall grant you unique position
With no more scope for raising question
We all are prone to human weaknesses That makes us to miss
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