It surges like waves in one's mind
Meditating over it brings more pain
But without it there is no gain
Life is a sea of sorrows
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Guilt is veiled in weak souls
The souls that do not answer to conscience's calls
Everyday to purify ourselves we do pine
Wrapped deep inside us guilt is repentance divine
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Fed up with life a man was meditating
Everything around him could only be irritating
He thought he would end up his existence imitating
His motto was somehow to be always creating
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Water water everywhere
And yet not a drop to drink
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My mum she was, kind and meek
In the wardrobe of my memories for her do I now seek
She is gone in the tomb
There she is carefree like in a mother's womb
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The scorching sun was laughing
Blisters of my feet were crying
My heart sweated with fear
By my side was no one dear
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Fear came to me on its doomsday
From here and there it was running away
I found it odd to find fear so frightened
Usually by harassing others were its days brightened
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Invisible like the wind and crystal clear like water
The mystic's identity is so difficult to understand
His simplicity makes us fathom over his spirituality
His devotion remains a mystery to be decoded
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