You are to get
The fruits of
Your own trees.
Worry not,
No one is there
To share.
Water your trees,
Recognize the mistakes,
Your own and see
The passing days.
Nothing to envy,
Nothing to quarrel,
Make yourself ready
To avail all here.
All for good,
All are truth,
But forget not,
Connection, itself
Is wrong.
But disconnect not,
In your passing phase,
Men, you are to leave
At any time, stay cautious,
And accordingly, keep update
Everything in you.
Every moment is
Auspicious, dear,
Worry not,
Being purified.
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