A Matter of Truth
In ponderings of wanderings
Of contemplations incomplete
In one’s life are found blunderings
All human concepts have conceit
Bound of the precept of the truth
In ponderings of wanderings
Serpent slithers, always aloof
Nary a proof of his spawning
Many lives he is squandering
His power is in his disguise
In ponderings of wanderings
By pretentious love, his devise
Lifting the voices of trumpet
Of truth never the plundering
The love of truth is triumphant
In ponderings of wanderings
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In honor of Dr Ram
And contest
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