An Indian sadhu
With ganja, ladki and prem
Rounding about the ashrama
With a chillum,
Smoking in ganja,
Talking to sevadasis
To be enlightened.
Not a yogi, but a bhogi,
Telling of,
Misleading it all,
The girl in the ashrama,
Misled and drawn to
And the people whispering about
Guru-shisya prem.
Enticing the girl
Whose hands saw he,
He eloped with
To be along with the disciple,
To smoke in ganja
And to make a living
From his hermitage.
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