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Let your joy be a top secret,
As none will spread red carpet,
In fact, they will deeply regret,
Curses from them, you will get.

Let your sorrow be hidden,
None will bear that burden,
If exposing it is by you done,
Weeds will grow in life-garden.

Your joy makes none enjoy,
Instead, their mind, you annoy,
Your joy, they will try to destroy,
Even, mean ways, they will deploy.

Your sorrow, no human will borrow,
None bothers about your tomorrow
They may even shoot an arrow
To make your gloom terribly grow.

Your joy is to the World damn silly,
So, never gloat over it abnormally,
Receive mirth and keep it coolly,
Revealing makes all regret duly.

When you are in doldrums caught,
To extricate yourself, just try a lot,
For this, create a positive thought,
None will remove your life's knot.

In this World, most of the people
Will try only to severely cripple,
Your peace, they try to topple,
By creating in your heart a ripple.

Even blood relatives will be jealous,
They will mostly prefer only to curse,
They will pray to make matters worse,
They will never come to kindly nurse.

If concealing your joy is unbearable,
Be prepared for some kind of trouble,
And tell others that life is enjoyable,
To nail you, their tries will then double.

If sorrows to others are expressed,
They will be by that state impressed,
Will curse you to be hard-pressed,
They will pray it mustn't be reversed.

Then, to whom, joy can be told?
When immense joy, we now hold,
We are all by God only controlled,
Our mirth won't make Him turn cold.

To whom can sorrows be revealed
So that our injured mind is healed?
God alone is in charge of World-field,
To rescue us, He alone will kindly yield!

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