They smear thy love to hide their sheen
For beauty, they found, is hidden within
Through sunken eyes, as calm as thee
They embrace thy art, in joyous spree.
In search of peace through coarse terrains
From Himalayan caves to Gangetic plains
Vide carnivals galore to no man’s lane
They fathom with might through rituals’ chain.
They accept what the worlds despise
Immune in dirt, immune in vise
Meaningful or Meaning less
Behold; what you find!
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