The Ganges and the water
All are nectar,
The serpent and the tiger
None can gives nectar.
It is anger and it is fear
That have no relation
With pleasure and flavor
And they have their own
Poison that has power
To destroy the creature.
We have our own life
With enough terror,
O traveler, come on
For a better future.
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