In the hour of need,
People call you.
Not by one name or two;
But by thousand different names of you.
You,
The wisest of all,
The mightiest and strongest of all,
The pool of seminal fluid,
The birth-place of all deeds;
Resting,
In a deep meditation,
A sleep,
Heavier than a thousand opium,
A sea of milk,
Snake-bed of silk,
Look to those disciples,
In a half-grin half-smirk pose,
Throw a smile towards them.
Your smile,
The epitome of sublime,
Seems all ironic,
Of all time..
In the hour of need…
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