Bring About Peace

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I can feel shame But pass no blame It is my own creation With shaky foundation It is like salt Always applied after noticing fault It gives lots of pain Same type of feeling does not remain What happens when you go down? Commit access and fail to own It is as good as letting no one To come near and help for action I had dubious way of dealing There was no scope for healing The deception and forgery had its sway I was just facilitating the way I collected millions of rupees to form future I was not doubtful but doubly sure The bond and relation had no place I was hell bent upon maintaining the craze All of sudden I have come to realize That this evil money can not purchase Bring about peace and happiness at home I wanted old days back which were left behind or gone

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