Where are you going my friends?
Make sure that you are not enchanted,
Get a pinch on your bare hands
To check consciousness from being hunted.
Indeed, surrounded you are by the cheaters,
Recognise them by whom you are led.
Be cautious of the greetings of the greeters
And in acceptance between the good and the bad
Maybe, you are hypnotised by their eloquence,
Well transparent to expose your debilities,
Compelled to be indifferent to consequence
And unmindful to your potentialities.
Wait for a while and have a look behind
And a long breathing too to feel comfort.
Slowly the way you can bring in mind
That can build a future with self-effort.
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