In the silence of solitude
rescued from the multitude

In the absence of activity
safe from chaos, free from world's captivity

there lies an innocent awestruck mind
pious and clean, one of its kind

a mind that is desperate only to create
unaware of rote learning or a craving to imitate

a mind that is fertile and able to invent
a mind u can not fool, elude or circumvent

a mind that builds only for building's sake
willing to share, putting nothing on stake

a mind that is clear and wants to contribute
that detests hoarding, and is ready to distribute

a mind that knows, not of limitations
that enjoys every journey, never yearning  for culminations

a mind with which, we were all equally blessed
a fact long forgotten, simply left unaddressed

there is a constant longing that makes us feel,
a lingering emptiness which is sapping away your zeal

if we ever wish, to go back to the source,
we'll have to regain this mind, whatever be the course,

no matter what our fate in this world be,
to be able to create, is what it really means to be free.