It's a walk through a road so appalling,
down a hushed street with your naught self,
there be a sense forsaken coercing,
you fight, make peace with your own strife.
To thrive and relish the beauty within,
to serve and feed the deific realty,
One should pull out his own sin,
So he would escapade something so godly.
Relinquish things in your soul which daunt,
engulf anger into thin air,
let commanding be your assert,
to have this world's fair share.
----Sharath
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