Is he a yogi,
An Indian yogi,
An Indian baba
Or a dhongi,
A yogi not,
But a bhogi,
What is he?
We cast aspersions
With regard
To his identity,
A man fled from his home,
A yogi not,
But a bhogi,
One smoking ganja
And keeping disciple-women.
The sadhu with the ladki,
A ladki in his ashrama,
Enticed and eloped with,
Hypnotised with the fraud yogi,
Puffing in ganja
With the shisya,
Let the matter leak out,
He will be rapped.
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