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Meandering rills around the dales
Dense woods without scales
Sing of such a Teacher’s summum bonum
Who’s boosted courage in life and love in human
Stayed fearless in life’s battle-field
Fighting with honesty and justice as shield
The people were virtually rich
Who went along thy sacred pitch
For your teaching is priceless like a Gita’s sloka
That shows the path of self-sacrifice as did Ashoka
During your career which went over many years
You walked your way over sharp-edged spears

Know not ‘em ye world but stop
Know not ‘em ye world but see
Recognize the unsung Guru
Before His teachings fade away
As the generations pass


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