While you are still immature, you are a heap of dust;
When you ripen,
you will become an irresistible sword.
This moment is the Day when you meet Shiva;
you are in the field of Judgments’ Day!
My forgetful one, put forward something you have accomplished,
if you have anything written on your scroll.
Or Painting of Words for your Feelings.
It knows well its power of domination,
Although life is hidden in a frame of clay.
Sant will parish in Ocean of Time
Left will be his words for Time to share.
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