My Mantra
My Mantra
I woke up and saw
Myself alone in a corner
My hands and feet were
Producing some saliva
What was my role in this world
Just to die there
Trapped in my own web
As if I was not born
I saw the tiny thread
Oozing out in yards
And a big smile escaped
From my uneven parts
So this is the reason
Why I was born
This is the aim of my being
To weave my own yarn
So let me do it and
Do it in my style
With the perfection of my skill
And silk of my yarn
Let me weave my web
Let me do in perfection
Let me live and die here
But in Karma or action
My web is my Mantra
My web is the meaning
My web is the learning
My web is my being.
I woke up and saw
Myself alone in a corner
My hands and feet were
Producing some saliva
What was my role in this world
Just to die there
Trapped in my own web
As if I was not born
I saw the tiny thread
Oozing out in yards
And a big smile escaped
From my uneven parts
So this is the reason
Why I was born
This is the aim of my being
To weave my own yarn
So let me do it and
Do it in my style
With the perfection of my skill
And silk of my yarn
Let me weave my web
Let me do in perfection
Let me live and die here
But in Karma or action
My web is my Mantra
My web is the meaning
My web is the learning
My web is my being.
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