Once
secluded locked away from sham,
Albeit
radiance always fell on the cave;
Breathed
suspended particles swayed,
A
noise tickled ear breaking slumber,
Of
what that could be which resonated;
Rummaged
around, up & down on hill,
Did
for some time till momentarily faded.
There
were no fleshes & was no gold,
On
such side why one shalt arrive!
Equanimity
what's treasure one pursued,
To
traverse not back but forth in time.
Where
medieval lives to postmodernism,
Liquefied
as if there were no time lapse;
What
was 'AS IS' & what's Engineered!
Who
was Wounded & Who duped all in trap.
Who
negated laissez-faire but compelled the rest,
While
flourishing in scents away thousands miles;
Craved
for Equanimity but there was nowhere,
To
hide the tears or salvage from sulking times.
There
was this cave that breathed light,
No
glittering artefacts or orgasmic sight;
Momentous
noise entered unburdened,
There
was no hill alike, no more survived.