The more the mystery is seen on the outside,
Stand up on the inside,
When monsters stare through the window,
Saturate your mind with soul-lifting songs.
When pursued by the tendrils of the night,
Search the sacred books for light,
Look beyond the shrivelled meadow,
Though sometimes it might be an arduous task,
It's refreshing if achieved.
Don't be consumed by shadowed dreams,
Look into the mirror of optimism,
Listen to the sages,
Fetch from the depth in them,
Embrace nature,
It speaks in the tranquility of our minds.
Say yes to redemption,
Then only will you find the path that leads to its city.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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