The author is a Delhi-based business leader and poet
I cried like a child
Not superior nor inferior
Is that the answer to life’s puzzle
The voice I heard came from the seas
Till the stars in the sky
Primordial are all impulses
Sleep
Between the dreams of old
Lost in the woods, as it were
Unsullied lies the lotus flower
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