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What do I seek?
Is it the mountain peaks
that beckon from afar?
Yet when I reach
the lonely summit
white coldness I find ajar.

What do I seek?
Is it the endless blue
that gently undulate?
Yet when I swim
swirling waters
engulf, hopes to dissipate.

What do I seek?
Is it the glaring lights
that kill Kolkata's nights?
Yet when I walk
the day-night streets
darken the chambers of heart.

And in that gloom
all search ends.
My heart looks out no more
Is this peace?
Or is this a grave
that I have reached?