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 ?