Both truth and doubts
Go side by side.
And one who is
At the center,
That is I.
Treat me not as a follower,
I know, truth is
Nowhere here.
The pleasure is
Also not there
With the householder,
Said the scholar.
Nothing is imitation,
But everything is mundane.
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