Again I shed the tears
That couldn't wait for some rythm,
While you standing there again repeat those baleful words,
O! be afraid you don't know about the god that lives in me,
The universe it exists in me.
The Ganga flowing from Shiva's matted hair it exists in me.
You should be scared standing there with your hideous personality.

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