Says Nuñd Rishi,
Baba Nasar, roaming in the jungles was futile,
Only we got the thorns thatpricked our feet,
In nutshell we had to know only one thing,
Our Lord encompasses everything,
And we wander searching him in jungles,
Searching existence in non existence
We get lost
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