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Heading over the hills of his own experience,
He tries to eliminate fruit from all herbages.
With no worries to get ripen fruit of his deeds,
He dwells to gain his own path of enlightenment.
He is lost, cut off from all the egotism of humanity,
‘The Lost Soul’ — is what people usually tag him.
He doesn’t notice the arrival of night or dawn;
For him, being lost is a way to travel in the mind.
But wait a minute; not everyone who is referred to as a lost soul,
Actually travels in the realm of this beautiful mind, like him.
Harming their own eternal blissfulness,
Some are even lost in the realm of eternal darkness.
It’s noble to be the soul who has shed egotism without losing delight,
Spring blooms with pleasure in those who are lost in concrete ideology.
And the lost soul isn’t really lost in the domain of hollowness;
For one to be lost from this world, they should have ‘power of scarification.
एक झलक जिन्दगी | Poem | Secret Thinker – Offline Thinker
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