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A mind of plane mirrors reflects rays of goodness.
It is weightless and indeed stainless,
in it right has a huge castle decorated in flowers of deeds,
roofed in kindness and painted in honesty.

Corruption knows it’s a waste of time
when it comes with its convincing lips and encroaching limbs.
Selfishness eavesdrops on all activities
to plan a way and snatch any opportunity.

Then the fall occurs as hands get dirty.
A heavy load is now placed on the inside,
guilt building a desolate and unkempt street
and its lash felt each time its victim’s name is mentioned.
All these run the batteries of conscience,
making wrong have a flamboyant exhibition.

Not to worry, trouble mind!
This is just a cleanable stain on the wall
of which it hasn’t eaten any solid structure yet.
A true confession and an honest repentance,
stimulated by a bitter drive coming intrinsic,
makes everything look new once again,
confirming the nature of being human
but not any flaw from a good conscience.

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