Every thought that comes to you,
Always affects you.
Your inner image,
Your outer images.
All are reflects on you,
Without it nobody can live,
Because, it's the art of living.
Whether you're right or you're wrong,
Whether you're weak or you're strong.
You're merely a medium of reaction,
But all are guided by its action.
It becomes wild, when it is not properly tame,
Your ways of life become lame.
Before, it'll get dirt and turn impure,
And spoil you, make it pure.
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