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DEDICATION
Oh Lord of Seven Hills
Remover of all ills !!
Listen to a tale of mine
To shower Thy grace benign
Ascending the Hills every one reaches Thy feet
Emptying all the hoarded they make a retreat
Feeling that their life achieved its paramartha
By seeing Thy Divyarupa adorned with Varadahastha
But look! my eye is on Thy treasure
Deems depletion a very great pleasure
Only to justify Thy ways to mankind
With maiden flights of a green mind
Ventured into Thy garden again this simpleton
Despite knowing the utterance of sublime Milton
Accepting this fragrant rhyme, expiate my audacity
With a nectarine look or Thy infinite generesity
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