When I’m lonely I hear some voice,
‘I’m there’ it says but usually I avoid,
A voice very humble, a voice very pure,
I avoided every time but still it sounds in the same humble tone,
I tried to search the fount of it,
It’s presence still there wherever I sit,
The vision I store I found it unreal,
To myself I couldn’t see from it but that unseen presence made me clear,
Rummaged hopes,searched for pleasure,
The vision I store portrayed all the unreal treasures,
Someday lonely looked inside,
No unreal voice,the presence of me I could find,
I could talk to it,feel its wisdom and the answers I found,
Even if sitting alone,inside to me the whole universe surrounds,
Deep enough to understand with the unreal vision,
The voice was my real presence which helped to break the mind’s unreal prison.

By –

Uday Sadhwani

6 D, BBA