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Sep 2018
I began on a Journey,
Swaying gently with the Flow,
The Mind was in a Hurry,
To Plunder every Glory and Glow.

Battling through endless Competition,
Forsaking the Voice of the Core,
Rummaging through every Definition,
Success was still a far away Shore.

A Road with Achievements Multitude,
Intensifying the Ego with every Score,
The Senses tirelessly Delude,
Numbing the Heart and its Roar.

When the crossroads of life Emerged,
The Mind was bawling it’s Lost,
The Moment had arrived to be Purged,
To bask in the Truth after an Inner Holocaust.
When we are LOST, we are that much closer to being FOUND
Written by
Aditya  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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