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God drank wine of Maya,
And forgotten who He was,
Lost within His own creation,
A man He become,
And wandered everywhere wondering,
Who am I? Who am I?

Coincidentally He became my friend,
And for Him I wrote this message,
Dunked and deluded,
He read it,
And smiled and wondered,
Could it be? Could it be?
~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha

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