I feel
No use of knowledge
If I am not able to
Talk intimately with you.
I feel no use of food
If it is not able to
Strengthen my body.
I want
Not to put any question
Though I want to get
The answer of all.
I feel no use of answer
It it is not able to
Drive out my ignorance.
I want all love
And everything I want
To give with love,
But I find nothing
Is there with me.
I am what I am
Without name and fame.
I am not the doer,
I am not teaching here.
I am just a visitor,
But the visiting work
Is not being done by me
In proper order.
Excuse me, my dear,
I want to go back
To the nature.
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