Lxxi
Lead me deep into the wilderness of solitude
Till I reach the sanctuary of virtues and peace
Guarding the sacred shrine of eternal grace
Adorning the deity in the abode of impeccable love
Lxxii
Every dawn of my pilgrimage I opt to wander
Aspiring anew to find a satiable shrine before dusk
Alas! the trail head gets lost among the dark thick bush
Like the head of a snake being devoured by a king cobra
Lxxiii
The blushing face of the dusk will soon be covered
Under the veil, of moist darkness, the night will spread
Amidst blood craving vampires fluttering around
To this deserted hermitage I am led by the stars
Lxxiv
It’s not a fallen bit of heaven, nor a hellish dungeon
But a combination of both earthly joys and sorrows
Leave for me a morsel from thy ambrosia to redeem
The craving induced by toxins of earthly delicacies
Lxxv
In the freezing loneliness enveloping this little hut
I am in utter anguish listening for your foot steps
I realise, it’s a hallucinating bower of entangling vines
Salvage me before they creep all over and constrict my being
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