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  FINDING NOTHING BUT EMPTINESS
IN THE NOOKS AND INNER RECESSES
OF MY CONSCIOUSNESS,
I SEND YOU SOME SLICES OF MY MIND.

SINCE THEY ARE WORTHLESS
AND OSSIFIED,
I FEEL EMBARRASSED AT MY INADEQUACY
IN SENDING YOU SOMETHING IN RETURN
FOR SO MUCH I HAVE RECEIVED FROM YOU,
AND ABJECTLY DECLARE
MY DEBT TO YOU
AS IRREDEEMABLE
DUE TO
SPIRITUAL AND TEMPORAL INSOLVENCY.

ramesh gandhi