I thought
The path of path would go as thus
But went it otherwise
And I by being a side thinking
Of God's ways to Man
And the Wheel of Fate which goes it rotating always,
My karma-dharma
And to discard, this had to be
So the path lies it alone
And the house too without anyone
To give food and water.
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