No matter where you lead thee
There, me you will see
Waiting with clutches open
Only till your karmaa-s ripen
Trained in your foolish teachings
You think you're beyond my reachings
With your yantra, mantra and tantra
You can't escape my shadyantra
Your grave has already been long dug
Someday I'll force you out of your cosy rug
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