In this world full of stress,
Married man having mistress,
Humans making business in the name of God,
Each day going higher on the sin’s rod,
Theft, robbery, slyness,
Looks very kind in front of the ethic-less.
Apart from you who shall I trust,
You are real beneath and at the crust,
Grateful am I to the lord,
For the contentment that I can afford,
Fortunate I consider myself,
Almighty has destined me to be thyself.

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