Where do you take Refuge?
They asked, very coldly.
The inner voices
The ones that sound like
Hundreds of Men
In an Army battling for Truce.
Do you think I take Refuge
In writing my stuff.
The answer was surely a negation.
May be in the books that I read,
And the Ideals that I wish to follow.
In the Ultimate Talent that I carry
Or in the music that nature narrates,
It may be in the devotional work
That I perform every time as a Superstition.
In the Love that I bestow
On the Luckier Ones.
But the Truth is that
I take Refuge in Myself,
My thoughts and views that wander like
A ray of Light, speeding with precision.
Yes, I take Refuge in the Real Soul that I am.
Where on Earth?