“Neither Dalai, nor Mary, whom are you referring?”
My best friend forgotten within my soul.
With trembled heart, soon I yelled after hearing.
They all laughed and created sarcasms of my goal.

“I’m non-religious”, to divert I mumbled but got smacked.
“You’re of no use and your guts are alike heck.”
They claimed but suddenly a matter approached and I was backed.
Clearing havoc and chaos, hymns were received for my sake.

What were those matters, I didn’t discover.
Though; it transformed me from worst to best.
Within me and soon I claimed the matter over.
Everything; so called it ‘Hymn for my guts’ as I got diseased from rest.

Now I’ve beauty in my formation, addressing in nutshell.
My guts created it’s own universe accompanied by it’s own shell.

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