Paths full of pockets in corners
Travellers are strangers
If not comfortable
Why warm empathy for them
All those who rever you
Are my soul mates
Spare moments in this maddening world
Destined to noone
In my heart I know
The richest is emotionally bankrupt
Who tells poet-kashi that
others are all masiha healers and peacemakers
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