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Mind In A Mirage
Every second I crave,
For new substance to play,
Every second a new Avatar,
Intelligence of my subconscious,
An attractive manifestation,
Thousands like Jesus and Buddha,
To save mankind,
Servants of slippery circumstances,
Left unenlightened black souls,
Travelling towards renunciation,
Keeping pride,
Weakening from the inset,
Effort to escape my Karma,
Left in vain to get it right,
Felt like an ascetic,
Away from the world,
Wandering in search,
For what they call, 'Peace',
Idiots, straying for a thing within ourselves...
poem
by
Vikrant Jog
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