By :- Aishwarya Raghunath
They were all exceptional souls who walked the face of earth
Impeccably finishing their work they retired to their inner world;
Who were They? What did they call themselves to be?
Whenever anyone asked their identity
In answer, the response came as nothing;
They hadn’t travelled round the globe
But everything in the world was in their record
Seamless and succinct,
with nonchalance they kept moving forward
To the world they were mystics;
Some called them incarnations.
Epithets flowed in their descript
They had travelled the world through the planes of soul and spirit;
They came and went away leaving behind their energized goals.
They never went anywhere
But vanished into the thin air;
The spirit from whom the soul seeks liberation
They knew the truth
It was nowhere else but deep within our inner self;
Donning the ephemeral form,
entering into enticing ethereal universe
Forms are varied but all energies are one
Quenching the thirst through the nectar inside mind
The great souls proved it;
Every creation is incarnation of Divine!
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