Be still and listen to the whispers
The echoes from the noisy streams of life
Then you will hear me calling from a distance
Like the deep yelling for the deep
These are pathways best explain in deep
He talks yet little was understood
Such is the deluded eros you undone
As we thread the pathways created in hate
Listen to the whispers they speaks in tongues
Search Naraguta mount top there lies answers
To the hidden motives behind the mirage
Soon they will fade away
but the whispers abides in ages
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