My Sire to me is the Lamp of Love
That flares ever without running out of
Love-drops (it's oil)
My Sire is with me as a physician who gives
Tonic for all set backs in Life.
He reached my Life-path shrouded so dark
He is the cane that came on my hands
When I paused on my weary feet.
He is the hay stack I got hold of
while tiding away in the ocean of Life.
Whenever I went astray from the goal
He made me walk by holding my hand
before falling in deep pits of deception,
My Sire showed me paths to thrive on.
He is none other than my lessons of Experience
took form of an idol.
That idol is my master, my Sire
Experience is my master itself.
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