Soft and sweet fruit lures insects,
Hard and sour stuff is safe in distaste;
Smile and kind heart shares sufferings,
But, fails to build a safe and sturdy fence.
Have fire in heart to match cool and decisive mind
And incinerate shams in inner cauldron;
Have forts built and trenches dug
To trip the inflow of intruders.
Have a gentle core in a hard thick shell,
To suffer the access of playful lazy bugs;
Disguise noble strains in a handy little pill,
For worthy souls to distil and imbibe.
Shine like the sun with a hot corona,
To stall space-flights at safe distance;
Look for signs with an incisive open mind
To previse and prepare for unwanted intrusions.
Defenceless treasure is a looters' paradise;
An, innocent young girl, left on the open street,
Dissolves in misuse of the immoral greedy world;
For, the world is made to strike easy marks.
Bind conscience in a steel-rimmed frame
Till ripe time comes for conscience to stand up;
Mount your heart on untamed savage horse
Until you find right place to dismount from it.
Mix noble gold with baser mean copper,
Fix gentle charm with ruthless stick of power
To make noble strains hard, gentle and firm
And hard while noble and firm while gentle.
Like a water spring on a rocky terrain,
Let warm clear soul spring sudden pleasures
To illume the dour world with lasting streams of joy
Thro' the hard and firm facade of sweat and tears.
Build walls, post guards round the clock,
Screen strangers for honest motives;
Brief right men and lead right inside,
Where the spectre of god sits in faint divine light.
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