In the stark controversies,
I brooded amongst my forgotten lush
In the epiphany of realism
I foregrounded on the myths
Skating along the staking boundaries
Relaxation went into convulsions
Again, I brooded, this time, among my thoughts...
Yet no rooms could be found for harmony!
Leaping, rushing, I staked my effigies
To find solace among journals
Pondering over them,
I waited to sink among the reminiscent
Mystic harmony and rhythm
For the best sublime rests
Within the soul... I awaited
Until the supreme power ...
Touched my soul and alight the flame!

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