An eternal river
Of admire
Is confined by seventy thousand lock,
Where there is no era to count, there is no clock.
All the keys is in you
It's a game of lost and found and just to bow.
All are same there, all are none,
Floating a unconcerned swan.
You are cased, you are free,
Down your knee and see every where are thee
May be you are the key……….
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