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which are gazing intently,
the same skin, the same head, the same foot, the same hand, the same company in every ambush,
the cheek is the same, the lip is
the same,
the redness is the same, the blood
is the same,
the feeling is the same, the dâva (manner) is the same, everything is the same, nothing
new,
the heart is the same with no kindness.
And starts the prayer of terrorism to the river:
"Oh mother! Water goddess!
Tell us
whether you make the guilty cross over. Nurturing the auspicious ones
is proper, is a duty,
but do you love the sinners also?
If not
then... sink... them
who taking the help of the pitcher praise the earth,
want to cross to the other bank!
There is no limit to their sin,
they have no love for the punya
458 Silent Soil
