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Praise
Praise, a chronic disease Ruins humanity Increases sugar in blood Spreads intoxicants in artery Hangs a curtain before eyes Hides truth. Mind dips in self-enchanting Always seeks false praising words Credits Clappings Honours Rewards All treasures of materialistic world ! Mind guides the human Mind commands the soul Instigated by mind, human Swims in the whirlpool of illusion Hankers after pride and prejudice, The album of achievement fattens day by day. Praise fascinates mind Increases the hunger of self-publicity Ear always eager to hear Rejoicing in the self, self-conceit grows Touches the sky. Mind misleads human Wants sensual pleasure Eyes roam over pages of newspapers Magazines, the screens of News Channels To see photos of praises To hear words of self-illusion Praise engages brain in his workshop Deposits sheets of self-credit Directly or indirectly, shamelessly speaks aloud “I am the monarch of all I survey” Thinks: he is almighty, Omniscient Within him, In the inner cell hibernates his soul All alone Sniffs the smell of perishing body Not ready to tolerate false praises In each unfavorable talk Faces jealousy, conspiracy. Soul whispers: I’m living dead If you die, die unknown Nobody would talk about it Nobody would lament for you !
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