The mind at work,
So restless the heart is,
Ever seeking for solace, for comfort and peace.
So restless the heart is,
Ever seeking for solace, for comfort and peace.
It searches all nooks and crannies,
Like as in search of a lost item,
The lost part of a whole.
Like as in search of a lost item,
The lost part of a whole.
At different junctions through the journey,
It finds consolation,
Yet it keeps seeking yonder.
It finds consolation,
Yet it keeps seeking yonder.
It at times tire,
So lonely a search,
It feels burdensome,
The nature of the search.
So lonely a search,
It feels burdensome,
The nature of the search.
Sometimes, blind it may seem,
Yes, a blind search,
A search for the unknown,
To complete the known.
Yes, a blind search,
A search for the unknown,
To complete the known.
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