There goes the man
Who knows the secrets of life
Under the valiant sun
He wears an overcoat
With holes everywhere
And mud stains here and there
Bare chested with garlands
Of rotten chili and lime
In accord with latest trend
His head wrapped in polythene
And a nylon rope for his tie
He knows it all they say
For he never lies
Because he dose not speak
He has no option to lie
He is blind He is blind He is blind
He knows the cause
Behind the universe and life
What mystic scheme
God had behind this all
These are clean visions to him
Which he perceives at night
His knowledge has no bound
His vision clear and precise
The only thing that slipped his mind
Why is he mad not a saint
A messiah to mankind.
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