When you walk with a pace
You are not going for a race
When the pace is for a chase
To save the face trace it with grace
Seeking truth lies not in jumping the fences
Not finding it there another jump you go for
Covered by illusion green appears the other side
Let your vision see thyself Truth lies in inner self
Dissatisfied you are Oh! Soul!
You come and go countless times
Many a husbands many a wives many a clan
You left behind caught in the web wailed in sobs
Epics speak morals that appear floral
Unable to imbibe we usually snarl
Shrug them off branding irrelevant
Epics remain epics we remain without morals!
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