Abuse me with dirty words
Still I shall smile and bless
It may make me clean
As pure gold really has been
Make gold to melt
The impurities may be smelt
The pure brightness may emerge
To illuminate the white page
Gold is metal
But settles
Not less than purity
So is the humanity
It smells
Tells
About brotherhood
And good neighborhood
Love emanates
Sincerely relates
About suffering and states
With good luck and fate
You feel humanly
As it is preyed daily
To seek blessing
For clear tracing
hasmukh amathalal
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