Greatness is indeed in mind,
wanderers won't find,
newness of a new kind,
I bet you. Yes you,
you won't find.
The lord of ghosts and snakes
hidden behind fakes,
into the calmness of ganges or lakes,
Yes. There, only there,
Listen. Yes you,
Listen only there you'll find.
You'll find,
Greatness in mind,
newness of new kind,
only there you'll find,
Lord of ghosts and snakes,
silently hidden behind fakes
The thirst of intimacy is lingering into hindsight,
what a sight, chilling, to bones I fright.
the shine of opulence etched into psyche,
so shiny, I am psyched.
I am hiked,
ain't liked.
Ain't liked by none,
dear life, you aren't fun.
You are giving money a run,
wished to be monk or even a nun.
A nun how can I be,
gender, don't you see.
Huh. Gender. Your eyes doesn't see.
Takes bravery to be, what you ought to be.
Haven't you see the hermaphrodite deity.
the Ardhnarishwar.
Do you have a gender for that?
I bet you do have a name.
But dear, it ain't your backyard game.
You will ruin this cloth. What a shame.
Hermaphrodite you say.
Well, its your world, your way.
But the light is blinding.
the opulence is binding.
