The beauty of the day
I thought mine.
I am happy when the day
Cautioned me
By saying tell not a lie
Gajananji, admit the truth
And the truth is
Nothing is yours.
I enjoy the streets,
But the street itself
Is going away from
Its own path and
Made me wise by saying
Take it, all yours.
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