At
everyone’s counsel with crushed ego
At
everyone’s eyes aimless and fruitless
Standing
alone,
Cutting
a figure of sorrow,
Believing
every soul is born
With
the quest to seek;
It’s
almost three and a half decades,
Deep
down the churning never stops
Promising
clues keep the show on...
Sometimes,
the thought creeps in –
What
if the quest and clues are mere mirages!
What
if the seeking and waiting are all for nothing!
Even
after so many years...
It
is very hard to compromise with the world.
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