Cocooned within associations are innumerable relationships
With their various messages, pervaded with smoke
The Coffee House, excavates multitudes.
Jealousy prevails, the impotent knives and friendship
A disintegrated ascetic arrives, alights a blazing
Sacrificial fire, Younder, a trail of clouds
The firmament's universal spirits gloomy gathering
Three lakh chameleon-like clouds trample all over
Inexplicable hues, Apparent in man's haggard eyes is
His reflection.
Only an idiot farmer continues to plough the leafless
Ashoka with his blood
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