In Every Birth
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In every birth you trample me
In every birth treated me contemptuously
In every birth squandered me away
In every birth tying a rope
With my nose ring put me off as you liked
I said nothing
I did not mind
I thought it was natural law
In another birth of life I shall be born
Not as hay, fallen dried leaves or flower
I shall be piercing thorn.
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