It is so near to us like the breath touching heart
Yet it reaches not the mind
And our body takes a restsometime
Yet being so near to our soul, it reaches not
Time does not allow it to remain constant
Neither we find itin happiness nor in sadness
In how many parts it is divided we know not
If we find it in one it remains aloof to another
I have seen people trying hard to find it
Neither they find in the daylight nor in the dark nights
We may find it in the booksyet
In reality our search is on and on
It wakes up the sleeping soul
And to awaken a person, it solace in prayers
One who tries hard to find remains aloof
And it wanders in the valley of mountains and in the dunes of deserts
Yet we find it not……….

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