
You have many faces,
Some real, some grown.
But, what you choose to reveal,
Is always a decision of your own.
Addicted to pleasures,
Yet you always stick to fixed routines.
Driven to recreation,
Yet you always spend within your means
Taking pleasures in agony,
Often, you act insane.
But deep within lives a person,
Who simply doesn’t want to go in vain.
You might want to participate,
Fight the war, wash-off the sin.
But good and evil are not sides anymore,
Real pilgrimage is the journey within
And so you wear the masks,
To live and die, to rise and fall.
Ram would be surely living in some,
But, there is a Ravan in us all
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