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The Goddess of justice is made blind
As over her eyes ribbon they bind.
Cleverly the ribbon is passed over the ears
So that she neither sees nor hears.

Seers of truth are poets,
They never sing filmy duets;
Their poems are not truthless,
They will never be ruthless;
Thy heart’s pain their poems lessen,
It is for us to learn a lesson.

They are the lost
Who think of the past;
They are the lost
Who lead a life fast;
They are the lost
In material pursuits, who are steadfast;
They are the lost

’Tis the situation worse
When empty is my purse;
’Tis the situation worse
When I hear a curse;
’Tis the situation worse
When truth they inverse;
’Tis the situation worse

Fool will never
Be made clever,
For no medicine is ever
Found for mental fever.

*** Salutations to the shoes of my Eternal Father Guru Siddha Nath ***

On truth’s pan, who can fry
One’s own ‘my’ and ‘I’
Over the fire of ‘thou’ and ‘thy’,
To him He will fly
To open the third-eye
In order to know every why

They are the bad
Who hate mom and dad;
They are the bad,
Who are angry and sad;
They are very bad
What to add –
They are mad.

Man becomes wise or mad,
His works will be good or bad,
He will be happy or sad
And everything it will add,
It depends upon what he had,
‘Tis education good or bad

Who claims himself God
Know him to be full of fraud.
Who claims Guru on his own
Know him to be a perfect clown.
'Cause God and Guru even disown
The merit that They really own.

When on God I did meditation profound,
My mind went round and round,
Then twice in dreams, my Guru I found;
Then I searched if dreams have any truth sound
But my search for Him was bound;