Unstirred by the rising sun,
Undisturbed by the setting sun,
The vagabond lives a life of fun,
Let his tasks be done or undone.
Unrested he arises from his den
Stirred up by a sudden doze of passion,
His life is run by passion, and passion
Alone, and he is, none, but a passionate man.
Unaware of how his light is spent,
The vagabond wastes no time to lament
Over his deeds, his ideals are those of the saints,
And in his mind, new ideas grow and ferment.
Unstirred, Undisturbed, Unrested and Unaware
The vagabond lives his life, deprived of care.
-Chirag
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