How dare you utter my master's name
You were with the public, when with him was no fame
With your petty ego and petty morality
You are discussing his philosophy....I pity...
Do you understand a single word of it
Oh sorry...how does it matter for you the hypocrite
But remember...your world is his charity
He spared you.....that was his magnanimity
If thy judge his benevolence to be his weakness
Beware...I was one of the earliest of his disciples
Why don't thy learn some history
And judge thyself and feel some mystery
The ugly mask of your virtues and mastery
Were torn apart in day light in past, repeatedly
Thine chair on which thy trust is superficial
My heart in which I trust is perfectly real
Thy operates in darkness and fear
My reliance is on light and blunt truth
Tonight you have won....oh ignorance
But tomorrow chanting my master's name wont suffice
To his words I am ever patient
Wisdom is his name...let it make you impatient.
mashoodkk
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