Fire covered by smoke in Hypocrisy of Virtue all around.
A desire to dwell in a place to lose all pity desires, to miseries of this world.
A work to lose every materialistic opulence to your parallel delusions.
While living years in darkness born by ignorance.
When things seeming a circle and me running in it.
I don’t want to be stabbed again by illusions and fallibility.
O Supreme Lord! Hide me as I surrender in realm of your syllables.
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