Extreme heat and
Extreme cold,
They are there
To disturb me,
And I am cautious
For them.
I live here
And there
Under the pretext
Of false egoism,
'I and mine'
And I suffer
In typhoid
And in pneumonia.
Yet, I am
Not disturbed,
Either in body
Or in mind.
Rightly I predict,
Truth is there
In me and
I am in love.
I am the fragment
Of the truth I know.
And truth has
Nothing to feel
Cold or heat.
I am calm and quiet.
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