Like lonely flower in search of light,
That finds the reason for living delight.
I too, in search for self definition,
Have found the God of my premonition.

Like a starving wolf in search for a prey,
That needs to survive for it here to stay,
I too, in search for naked aspiration,
Have discovered the soul of illumination.

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