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Jan 2020
We kept complaining,
Of how much work was remaining.
We do it to be obtaining,
Thinking we will one day be attaining...
Your Bliss!!!
Oh Swami Bapa we have done no such work,
To be of your worth,
Yet you Smile,
And hold our hand to the last mile....
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Written by
Maunas Mehta  23/M/South Africa
(23/M/South Africa)   
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