Wise-Sinners! !
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Vipins Puthooran
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Once a man wished to take bath
To rinse off the sin of his earth
He waited as shrewd as a diplomatic
Without much wisdom in heart's attic.
Hark! wisdom saves one's soul
When God fills His grace in his bowl
Time witnesses the echo of death toll
Here the casement of eyes opening
To gaze at their life they adoring
Without uttering a sound all along
The pall of saffron dances in sad-song
Wise- sinners passn'away by nemesis.
Their wisdom is the way to their hellish abyss
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