Lusty,
Nothing can satisfy you.
Everything, rice, barley, gold, women,
Buildings, cars and
So many things are with you.
Lusty,
stay free
From mental concoction
And stay free from
FaLSE PRESTIGE.
tHE WORLD IS A FOREST,
Loiter not here.
But see the self
And know the truth.
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