Dearth of hostility,
Esteem of feelings.
This is what I want.
Which can't be bought by even millions of shillings.
But who will understand me,
Will the Lord of paradise?
If he comprehends me,
Then why not others acquiesce?
Why there in this world is abomination?
Why not everyone affable?
Why is everywhere total complication,
Why not every heart adorable?
If everyone gathers on the boughs of trees
With a clear heart for everyone.
Your every doubt will fly for sure.
And you'll flourish, I say.
This is the sagacious decision,
That can make a good hearty way!