Never talk of love in the group of the heartbroken,
Never share the joy of having sweet moments amidst orphans,
Never show the picture of your mansion to the street children,
Never describe the happiness of sweet spouses before a widower,
It's like hot nail on a wound,

Never giggle mischievously before the deaf,
Never tell a lame person about the conform of walking for leisure,
Never talk of the scenic beauty of nature when holding the blind,
Never boast of tommorow whose secret is held by nature,
It's like hot nail on a wound,

Never switch off the lights in a house with the blind,
Never walk naked in the public in a nation lead by the blind,
Never preach about the value of lie amidst victims of demise,
Never despise the value of insane and cherish visionless nation,
Never despise the value of a pen on a bloody nation,
It's like a nail on a wound