FUTILE SEARCH

They have been in hunt to know

Where from the fragrance comes!

They wonder; from flowers of heaven

Or some mysterious garden,

Far beyond the seven seas

The perfume appear!

It awakes their sense and

They ask everyone; which flower

To bear this holy fragrance!

They seek and find-

It is not the scent of jasmine,

Blooms at the darkest night;

Or from the splendid lotus

That has been blooming

Since the cosmos formed

And not from any blossom

Born by the spring itself!

They are in search far and wide,

To find where the source.

Anywhere they travel,

And the cologne reaches them

Covers and intoxicates their souls

And they still in search madly

And foolishly, not aware that

The perfume which made them blissful

Is in reality, from their own self,

Evolved from the heavenly blossoms

Flourished in their own spirit,

By the celestial marvel

Because of their hearts in love!

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