No direction is here,
Here in life,
No east, no west,
No north, no south.
No colour is here,
Here in life,
No red, no white,
No black, no yellow.
But the earth is here,
My mother is here,
The water, the air
All are here as
The giver of gifts-
This beautiful life.
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