For his domestic use of fuel
Such is he an innocent cruel
Without knowing that some are herbs
Experts, out of them, make life- saving drugs
Once taking it as a worthless pebble
He threw a piece of diamond too
If he does no know the difference among them
What will a piece of diamond or a twig of herb can do?
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