These souls I meet, unique in strangest ways, Some certain that they know the destined path, A few who tread the road that Tantra plays Yet others seeking the Divine through wrath
And angst at the condition of the human mass, Seeing the corruption worsening, Of falsehood's dictates and the sly and crass Distortions tainting every living thing.
Will crashing circumstances be our fate, Will evil engulf the world, hypocrisy fill The human heart and the force of hate Grow prevalent beyond the human will
For peace and truth and love, the destiny Foretold by sages from eternity.
Poems Undated (1727)
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