Speeches are fire means agni and heat
This heat spoiled the body and the mind.
Your vision is the fire and air
That drive away everything within.
Your tongue taste everything
That facilitates movement of all.
You are separated from two nostrils
And smells are nothing but Your presence.
That is the aromas of position
And You take form at the exit point.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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