I have moved away
from all what bound me:
illusions and cravings.
Now I stand bare facing the sun
A lone white venusian peak
lost in nude ecstasy
emiting the glow of virgin light
melting into the sparkling beauty
I no more meander my way
from hills and vales
in search of my identity
I see it is moving with me
Wheresoever I go
my frail little boat
I myself row
guided by my inner compass
Without foregoing my ordanariness
my nirvana I live
as i go about for my daily chores
carefree of what’s there in store.
(Yayati)
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