Quality
This is something we are not able to maintain these days,
Fancy feelings are in each step in vivid quantity;
Fresh air, fresh stream water, and fresh food are stopped from all ways,
Junk food products have come out with all their moronity...!
When I meet a known merchant of quartz to shop, lo, he says:
When I ask him for pink and when he shows me green or red;
When he argues with logic that only 19/20, no? Anyways…!
How can a lover of quality, ever, go ahead...?
Colors, starch, and chalk powder have been mixed with rare spices,
With sincere hearts, we should accept our errors, sincerely;
The tamarinds our folks in the south waste want of prices,
I purchase at high prices in the north, indeed, queerly...!
Body and mind should be pure for quality to conserve,
Heart and soul should connect too and work with every new verve...!!!
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