POEM by SHUBHAM SHEKHAR !
The Illusionist
A soul awoke from a deep slumber
and stepped into this planet of wonder.
Strolling incessantly in search of bliss around,
like a crazy, maniac and being spellbound.
The spell of the Illusionist was so intense,
and in the pursuit for bliss immense,
he forgot his own identity divine
and lost his intrinsic quality pristine.
To his wonder, the illusion was everywhere.
The world was such a captivating labyrinth.
But still, he was fathoming the sea of despair,
as he failed to find the Illusionist.
And of course, nowhere on this planet,
he could reach the beatitude.
And being tired of his blind pursuit,
again he fell into deep quietude.
Contemplating now he comes to a conclusion,
he was looted by the desperadoes of illusion.
Now certainly this saga of the soul has come to an end.
As now he is determined to find that brilliant ILLUSIONIST.