Very often
I think about a story
Which is never written,
I read it within
With deep attention and reverence,
Slowly it gives me genuine momentum
To proceed towards the longest distance,
Soon I forget my earthly existence,
A silent ripple creates a silent exuberance
In my pleasant inner self,
Then I feel the best about
The purpose of my holy journey,
An enlightened road with infinite hope and faith affectionately greets me
Inside and outside,
Thereafter I find myself as the happiest traveller forever,
That's my perfect victory in the true sense.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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