One day I got to know,
What finally I had to do
And started on the journey
The voices around me,
kept shouting to me-
Don't leave this world,
Of beautiful damsels,
Verdant pastures,
Under the blue space,
Sweet fruit and flowers,
I began to tremble,
I felt the iron rope,
Tugged to my neck,
Someone pulling it,
With great force-
Mend your plan!
Do not travel to mystic lan
This world is a reality,
God has not created it for naught,
Each voice cried out to me,
But I didn't stop
I knew what I had to do,
It was the fiercest wind,
I resisted with all might,
I left all the voices behind,
And thrusted into my ears,
My index fingers
My fears were terrible,
Little by little,
My old structures,
Developed cracks,
And fell to the ground
A new voice!
Most powerful, most inviting,
But soft and sweet,
Welcomed me,
And led me,
Deeper and deeper,
Into the world,
Unexplored before,
I recognised it,
It was my own voice,
I am determined,
To follow it,
And fulfil God's wish
Mykoul
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