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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required THE THOUGHT That realization, Oh! That feeling, In that moment I felt nothing like me, Never had I thought in silence for once About my heart, Like a saint I sat, Leaning on the wall, Legs crossed and the cold wind blowing against my hair, Peaceful it was… quiet and peaceful in my mind. I nullified all the sound outside and, For a moment took a breather, Thoughts of the future, Thoughts of the past and a few from the present are rushing in, A little scared of who would chide me for sitting idle like this, But my body fails me and does not let me stand. I stay still and blow ahead with the thoughts in my head Waiting for none time runs, But I was stuck in that moment forgetting the fact, Then a thought rushed into my head, “What was my purpose on earth?” it said. “What do I have in me? What more can I discover? What more is there to me? What more……” and It kept ringing more more in my head. Then the ray of sun shone to my side, From the window right above my head, It was a ray from god, A ray of enlightenment to remind me, That there is a soul in my heart, My muscular was made to protect the soul, To protect the fragile heart, my bones were made, And for beauty, what remains of me My eyes, nose, ears, skin and all those others that I bear, Nothing more than a shell was my body, And only with the purpose to protect the soul. More questions arise, and the wind blows again, I forget the fact that I was to think all of that, And smiled a little for I was convinced that, There would be more, more to know, more to discover, more questions and more answers. But now is not the time for all of that, Let’s spare the thoughts for later and Get back to work again. Poem By Manthra
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