Very Often I Think About A Story

Very often I think about a story Which is never written, I read it within With deep attention and reverence, Slowly it gives me genuine momentum To proceed towards the longest distance, Soon I forget my earthly existence, A silent ripple creates a silent exuberance In my pleasant inner self, Then I feel the best about The purpose of my holy journey, An enlightened road with infinite hope and faith affectionately greets me Inside and outside, Thereafter I find myself as the happiest traveller forever, That's my perfect victory in the true sense.