It will be a misfortune
But whenever by chance,
You slip from heights
Don't be worried
And not look at organs
Organs could be mended
If soul wounded
Organs will be a tasty diet
Man-eaters, as living not far
Man shape is not sufficient
God grants qualities
When create a man
A man is in a man
Don't reject that man
Wounded souls
Never approach nor could help
Even their own self
While others are far