Inner Self.

Even if we intend to do good Sprinkle benevolence as we should Speak words sweetened by Sugar coat our intentions sly Design emotions colored by Camouflage of our internal feud Conniving nude For scores to settle If we whet our mettle We tarnish ourselves In emotional degree A cursing decree Petrifying our inside From which we hide Its tough to abide Envy is on our side Lured by variegated pelf To malign our inner self Ankur