A mere cosmic mistake? Nah! I must be a sculpture by some seasoned…
Understanding the curls of fortune is difficult!
Some go wavering and some keep wandering
on the paths uncertain,
An art of deception that Shiva engineered
to keep us away of Kailash
and yet, in constant search of it.
Oh! Who can beat
the eternal glory of the maverick
who drank the position with glee
and yet remained happy,
ever-happy and free
of all the tantrums that we have,
to Shiva… is all the glory!
And I keep seeking truth
because I know the ways to ignore
the ever-ringing, perfectly round, tore.
Wandering in the nights!
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