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They go through the countries new…
They make an empire of the kingdom….
Oh!
Stupendously they beat the drums…
Victory!
They resound themselves…
All over the earth…
They ride on the ornamental elephants…
They smile…
They think they are the masters…
Of millions…
Such masters…
Countless in the past present and future…
Without devotion to the ultimate master…
Eternal death is the lot ….
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The baths at the holy places…
Mercy… the chariot in coins…
The self restraint for self cultivation…
Regularity in prayers…
I have seen them all….
Vedas and puranas….
The holy book of the Muslims….
Quoran…
All this mind fabric….
Through space and time…
I have seen them all….
To live on air substance…
To be content…
Thousands of such things…
I have meditated upon them…
A thousand times…
Without the faith in the divine will…
The soul of man becomes…
A miniature something…
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Infinite number of men…
Soldiers…
They form the armies…
The grace of kingship…
They would crush down the enemies…
Proud within…
They feel they would not budge…
A mountain may give way…
But they would not give…
They would shake away all…
That stands in their way…
They would beat down all …
That breeds an ill-will…
They would have their intoxicated elephants…
That would bring honour unto them, from the fields…
Without the grace …
Of the Almighty Ultimate Lord
The fools will die like mortal men…
And leave this earth…..
