Karma country
On riverbeds after riverbeds
A naive pilgrim treads on
Chasing his or her
Lost foot prints of
Yester births,
Sadly lugging them
On sagging shoulders;
The water running
Ever running
With same runs
And same fish
Remain same like
The sadhus and pundits who
Barter the cause
With effect relishing
Their bhangs.
Rarely some elated
One shows the bright
Cheery teeth querying
The cause of the causes.
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