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Knowledge, the golden orb

A garden of cloves 

with vast sky gazing it 

the seeker finding its trail

horse shoe on its wrist 

a talisman as his guard 

he continues to race 

 

 

prophecies were made

prophecies were told

a predestined life may hold 

without any questions 

without any curiosities 

he continued to trail

no knowing where it should tail? 

 

Thats  how it was

thats how it is….. 

 

But a sudden gleam of surprise 

to make his heart realise

euphoria struck on mind 

what was the goal ?

it didn’t mater 

what was he searching ?

was a clueless question 

 

the question was process

suddenly the oceans limit was examined

with no start 

no beginning 

universe expanse was thought and analysed 

the heart raced inside 

telling knowledge

The most shining orb 

his goal was to know more and more

every line he encountered

added to his curiosities

maybe as a food for his brain to live 

 

 

knowledge 

in midst of race 

what was it ?