From birth till death, the perpetual search is always on

Even the childhood is over, teenage also even life is nearly gone

Still there is something for which one yearns, there is longing in the soul

One never know which is that thing, object, what is that ultimate goal

The external objects keep changing, yet the mind never seems to find

There are millions of desires, yet they are not that, only ashes left behind

So what is that search, has anyone ever found, yes there are a fortunate few

Who have realized by their constant focus and study, it is soothing like fresh dew

The shapes, objects and different forms of life are actually a manifestation of your own

Even for the wealthiest king who walks with a crowd or just the common man so lone

It is only when the soul finds its own source that the search really seems to end

So just keep going deep within, those heart wrecking vibrations, always attempt to send

You never know when that realization will happen, when that spark will suddenly arise

When the sun shines from within, you will end your search, will be the greatest surprise