Attachment
And detachment
I like both
Dark and light
I like both
Birth and death.
When my friend
Chinmaya died
I cried
When my Natuni
(Son's daughter)
Born I cried.
I cried for what?
I cried thinking
That what would
Chinmaya do there
And how.
I cried thinking
That the life of
My Natuni is there
Under the control of
Others always.
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