I searched and searched
East and west
North and south
Up and down
Bhu Loka, bhuvar loka
No where to be found
A disciple
Of clear understanding
What a mockery
Of the sublime truth
God within and yet they search
God everywhere yet they search
Surely eyes are shut
Imaginary understanding
Imaginary progress
Time spent debating
With so much unrest
A mango in front of you
Do you debate and discuss
Or do you enjoy
The succulent taste
What is there
To debate?
Imagination of the blind
Is not the same as reality
Shall you follow the blind?
Foolish it is
Accepting imagination as achievement
Yet countless millions
Err that incessantly
Surrender to God
God and Guru
Are the same
Not Knowing that
Is indeed a shame
No more to be said
Disciple of Sombar
Rests immortal
At his feet
Bhavin
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