Truth Untailored
A Aniruddha Pathak
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It's what we know
But never can explain,
What we understand
Yet never can describe,
What may sound simple, straight
To a wordsmith and scribe,
To explain it still
O never is so plain.
Larger than all mental sums,
It is what untailored comes.
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Reflections | 10.12.04 |
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