Someone definitely resides
Who keeps telling us
What's wrong and what's right .
Either we listen or we deny
Its completely our choice
But that unknown sound
Is known as inner voice.
Thoughts flowing in a queue
Keep intangling our mind
Though the thoughtless state
Somewhere still lies behind .
We need to connect with the innerself
The magic then, we just can't miss
The peaceful state is attained
And emerges the fountain of bliss.
While commencing this journey
The sorrow easily drains
We listen the sound of silence
And the bliss alone reigns.
Pragya Chakrapani
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