In the cocoon of deluded ignorance,
I love to suffer,but suffer in joy.
As the poisoned milk, of honey and rose,
is drowning me to sinful death.
Silken threads of devil's make,
Stretch my sinew,strech my pains,
Come on my child ,you love this you do,
it calls me deep.
And yet i don't let myself drown?
For that one seed deep down the soul,
It knows the truth that does pervade,
For all the sufferings and all the pains
of worldly pleasures,it still retains,
it still retains the quest for truth!
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