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A poem on man's quest for truth, beauty and goodness. |
| The seeker becomes weaker as the day-to-day affair jargon queaks; with tis alarming hands. But.....therefore........if. the tautologous quest goes on. why and what, why do we exist? what is the meaning cosmic experience. and again if, but therefore. the drama of life keeps on going, until when it comes to a sudden end. who knows that hour? you, I, or he/she/they? the seeker alone remains... for ever and ever. |