My devotion’s milk mingles,
And the omnivorous tongues,
Taste and pass by with no cause,
My fool wonders and guess!
An ardent prayer I submit to lord,
To save His bankrupt, with His path,
So that I can share the devotion’s mirth.
An ever separated oasis of my own.
Set your milk on an earthen pot,
And place that in a secret calm,
And observe how it turns to curd,
You need the stirring for your butter,
And the butter would float in water,
This is how you can solve the crucial matter..
This oracle of my Ishto(God) is for all,
To form a super-Mind, unavoidable call.
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