Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Why do we have so many Gurus?
Some squares, some cubes.
Some with eyes blinking, some with bosoms heaving.
Some with lips so luscious, some with minds full of apsaras pleasing.
When will the parabolas of your thoughts leave the simple equations of our cleansing?
What Dakshina will it take for you to stop selling?
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