There lived this man for quite a while.
He had no great qualities, nor style,
And there exists no personal file.
All he did was to spend his life
With his herd of goats. Thats all.
"How can one live just such a life?",
You may wonder. But thats just your call.
He woke up before the sun came up
And walked longer with his 'children'.
Till they were fed, he didn't look up
To nod or speak to his brethren.
His language was understood by those
Animals and he understood them too.
That was enough and all their prose
Was less than just twenty words, true.
Its only when one of those died
That he felt something odd after all.
He gave the rest of them and lied
Down, as though he had a fall.
Then he went and searched for his
Dead goat in all the places they
Went and could not find it. This
Made him adamant day by day.
He went and went and searched in new
Places, eating whatever he could find.
Yet he did not find it, but came the dew
Indicating change of seasons fine.
His clothes were torn,
His words became one.
He looked so thin and worn
That he would soon be none.
Finally he saw his goat
One day as he woke up when
Icy breeze blew like a harsh flute
And he could not believe that thing.
Tears fell down his cheeks
And he knelt before it then.
What will you do if what you seek
For long, comes before you then?
It saw him with unwavering eyes.
It felt like it was smiling at him.
He followed it across mountains high.
Now there is no trace of him.
When you become what you seek,
Nothing more is required. Right?
He just reached that state to peak
As someone who showed the light.
Untold!
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