As din that’s heard always, by peace gets drained
and world around becomes a faded paint;
all dreams assume new hues sans worldly taint
and senses calm as soul flies high unchained!
New clues, new views, new cues and news affined
to soul alone unfurl in colours quaint
as din that’s heard always, by peace gets drained
and world around becomes a faded paint.
Who said this world is true and dreams are strained
mind’s fancy myths and pained heart’s woeful plaints?
It’s time noesis dawns from visibles faint
and mind and heart get numbed, by bliss contained
as din that’s heard always, by peace gets drained.
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