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One soul was wandering in the void, which it
Does wander in- when after death no peace
It finds. The reason being the way it quit
This world or like a soul which piece by piece

Has built ambititious castles yet unborn
And like intelligence it waits untapped,
For tuned receivers- chips of silicon,
By whom this information is entrapped.

Like-wise it waited for the rightful sperm
Containing in its tiny countenance
The chromosomes of Christ or human worm
To pour in rightful wombs- live essence.

It waited—in a spasm till conceived
By poet Viyogi’s mater- well received.

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