The young pilgrim was travelling
With true energy and enthusiasm,
He was trying hard
To find out the great meaning of everything,
But his efforts proved futile
In every situation,
It was intolerable for him,
Still he had nothing to do,
At the end of the day........
The pilgrim got a cosy shelter
In a little cottage,
There fell asleep soon,
Then........................
He found the best meaning of all things
In his glorious vision,
It gave him absolute peace and satisfaction,
He fell into deep slumber thereafter.
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In God's own time, we will be able to find the meaning of everything. An interesting and well expressed poem.