What game are You playing with this mad one. Showing yourself as a beggar with a bowl. You take change and offer me Your prasad. Neither is my thought pure and my offering just but as You offer me Your blessing;greedy as I am I take my fill and still complain that You don't show me the way. Stop this game..I am but an another thought to You thrown out like the old bilwa leaf on Your being.... Where am I going now Oh Rudra... what is the next game for You now
