Only Few

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“I am thief” I raised voice in valley It came back with same intensity What a reflection from inner voice! Even the hills respond without choice Yes that is truthfulness of mind It bears in mind but speaks unkind Hurts feelings and enjoys Youth and wealth makes him blind with joy The mirrors speaks no truth It reflects nothing from underneath It reflects outer show The outfit suits you to grow The inner wall of conscience stands like glass It has its own quality with class It knows what to do or not Double mind sets condition to be clearly caught Basically human being is very kind See the lot many people serving blind Some are helping poor And some are distributing food door to door Only few people bring slur on good name Everybody is aware of bad name with blame No one wants to be called unreasonable Inhuman and hated person among people

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