In the world of desires, fear remains, At your feet, no hope remains….
This is the net, born out of hopes, The one leaves hopes, up copes…
The one who is afraid, of going down, Will not enter, His town…
One who can float, in the sea of uncertainty, will have certainty in plenty….
leaves grow and dry, without fear, Why am I afraid, all in tears?
Those who give hope, I trusted them a lot, And finally, found a broken pot…
At your feet, no hope remains, just pure bliss, in all the veins….
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