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OF SANYASINS AND THEIR MORALE
they sleep on flowers and the bodies
sway together to make something they
call love or live together knowing or unknowing
the sentence of life that begins to end
leaving a trail of the hybrid again a prey
the life pampers and recycles the matter grey
the wit is what seekers to think of night and day
as the lust or greed never ends with robes they adore
to give away the sweet bitterness of morbid life
sages shed their penance for formal love
and stands tall the story of viswa mitra
the father of lust and love of eternal wisdom
oh sages of modern times, mind you,
even in dreams leave you not the quest
of seeking the knowledge for solvation
to enlighten the worlds which run amuck
with passions high and morals low
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