The eyes which are filled with lustful feelings...
How can they see the beauty of the nature?
The heart which craves for flesh and blood...
How can it know about peace and freedom?
The tongue which has eminence in hypocrisy...
How can it speak truth?
The hand which always knows nothing about charity...
How can it receive any?
The mind which is devil's paradise...
Where is the place in it for Love?
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