While no one was seeing
I was walking on the path that was to be paved-
An unvisited garden invites me-
Just like music, that is unheard hitherto
I am going ahead, having risen head
A river of aesthetics that is to be streamed is waiting...
My emotions are ready to convey a welcome song-
My notions, my ideas are placed
On the other side of the sky
The earth and the planets
Are keen to greet me as I stay high
O languages come not to catch me
O expressions endeavor not to hold me
O words, try not to touch me
O words, with you I am not happy
Depictions... delineations... they are dangerous
Explanations...elucidations... they are venomous
For thousands of years the world has been
Disturbed and perturbed by sayings and slogans
For thousands of years mankind has been
Suffering from ethos and principles
A thing that is due
Can impart a way new-
My views are nude and pure
My visions are exact and clear
The days which are filled with exquisite grace
Shall receive me-
The dawns which are refreshed by esoteric plans
Shall embrace me-
On and on I am glowing on...
From now on I will be flowing on...
Beyond perfection and flaw
I myself a genre!
My subsistence, as it is a microcosm
My existence is for the macrocosm!
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