Lost in Thoughts
To be unknown in the wilderness, among the chatters of nymphs,
It is to loose you, as it is to loose a sense of universality;
Among the snow capped mountains of the far north,
There sits a saint in the attire of the cosmic.
It is you on the edge of a breakthrough!
That you roam around the ever menacing mountain woods,
Your search is till you touch the lotus of his feet,
By the pristine lake, a nymph will lead-
To the end of the world, a heavenly glacier,
With land it meets
There ends your search, the ravening flags of wisdom-
Will shiver with the new coming.
There is your peace, your divine greed!
About The Author
Rohit Bhanja Chowdhury is a pursuing poet and thinker, gathering his perspective through traveling.
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