Horizon
I stood under never ending sky,
trying to figure out what's up so high
Beyond all that darkness and the stars,
Those tiny little sprinkling dots
My imagination limited, dreams so high,
All of it just to know, why?
My mind is seeking-trying to learn,
How all these things came here or born
I tried so hard to find the God,
Then I felt something inside that nod
A voice arose from my soul,
In your heart is a big one hole
Try to spin your head around
What you are finding-is surround
That sun, moon and all those stars,
This earth, mountains and all this and far
In each and every existing thing
You will find the God if you think.
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