This is the last point
The ultimate permissible,
To human frontier
To intuition where no puzzle
Or riddle remains.
The sensation shrouded in the aura
Of a divine ambience
Revealed to me
Was but a result of
A coincidence, a quandary
A conception of poor self image
And made me feel like
Out of synchronicity
In that crowd of
Coevality,
whose perception of me
As a clumsy abnormal enigma
And my own perplexity at their snide
Culminated into premonition of
An obvious and
Imminent conundrum,
Forced me to renounce
Everything mundane
And I set out on the path
That lead me to seek
The mystery of the obscure phenomena
called Life.
And attain emancipation.
by Ramakant Pande
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