(725) E path geche konkhane
This road, does it lead somewhere...
That, who knows, oh who knows.
Who knows that, who knows,
Who knows, oh who knows?
This cab, does it traverse the psyche...
That, the driver knows.
A floral breeze has given a jolt
In some remote nook of the mind.
It hunts for my own misspent life,
Squandered wandering grove to grove.
I crave the One I do not find,
Who's constantly in heart invoked.
The mind cannot abide at home;
My days go by just counting time.
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