A Star in the distant Sky,
I don't want to be,
For they are countless of them!
Neither Sun and Moon,
Of the Galaxies far;
Countless they too are,
In GODs infinite Lengths!
Nor I want to be,
The Supreme of many forms,
That the people of beliefs Worship,
For there is no one GOD!
Rare, Distinct and Unique,
Is nothing except the Self;
The inner self that I alone know,
To the Depths greater than the Oceans,
To the Breadths wider than the worlds!
The self that I'm aware of,
And can Gamble with Prediction,
And Perfection with Possibilities.
Than with Probabilities!
The Self Incognito,
That can encompass,
And Expand to the very limits,
Of the Infinite Frontiers!
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