The Catamaran

Amidst the virgin lake,

where ev'ry soul its birth betakes,

his journeys begin ,

towards death and his kin.

He sails and sails in his punt so torn,

determined, for his heart's stilborn.

nature's verse and verdant woods,

soothing waves or serpents' hoods

though in hearts thro' the world can reign,

illusions perhaps; imagined gain.

Nor torrents nor gales,

can pull him back and break his might,

to deprive him of determined sight.

And his ventures continue and remain,

sailor the same yet souls refrain.

Then,still the lake is left unseen,

hidden with secrets is life serene,

and stays incomplete but we do dream,

of days and nights and the sights unseen.

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In solitude does truth beckon,

and unveil

the shimmer of illusions: of home and Sin

Guided by life, one does plow

Who's to judge and who's to know?