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The 'I' in me
by Orbindu Ganga
Pranced many places
To find the hue, turned
The pages of sacred
Text in glue, revered
The teacher for
The answers,
I stood in the same place
Where I started, none
Quenched my thirst
For the conundrums,
Giving me the words of
The yestreen,
Did I ask them the answers
From the existing?
Do they don’t understand
My quest?
I am an explorer in
Search for the truth,
Received the content
Of their valour, None to
Give me the inception
And the denouement,
I followed my quest
To know the truth,
The odyssey drove
Me in a desert, ambling
To know the answers of
The conundrum, the soaring
Heat made me stop, the bottle
Was waiting to be filled, dried
Enough to cry without tears,
With none around to plead
For help, the mind was
Losing the last hope
To heave again,
The inner self send
A signal, The rest
Was history...
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