Only a blurry line separates disdain from acts of aid..
Like wounds they are, safe under rough clots..
Ripping them off, turns them into blots..
Let your doing of service, stay pure,
Because once adorned into words, it remains a doing no more..
When you give with a veiled thought of giving, you have already held back a part…
You lost the purpose from the very start
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