You can not write
My dear poets, poems
With mundane words
Poems are prayers
You must control
Your mind and senses
And spiritually advanced
The entire world is there
Waiting to read your poems
And listen your prayers
Be pure in hearts my dear
Your composing must not be
Only in an imaginary form
The existence of Truth therein
Must be supported by scriptures.
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