In the moonlit night
I saw the great pilgrim
In my glorious poetic vision,
'Where are you going? '
I asked him from behind,
But he remained silent,
After some time,
Again I asked him the same question,
This time the eminent pilgrim just smiled
And pointed towards the road of infinite beauty
In front of him.
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