In lands where rivers of cosmos flow,
Lived Devansh, with wisdom's glow.
Beneath the stars, his mind took flight,
Unraveling astral time in the night.
Through timeless planes, his spirit soared,
Witnessing life's tapestry, intricately scored.
Civilizations rose and fell, in time's embrace,
As he sought truth, in the cosmic space.
With dawn's first light, casting skies afire,
He understood his heart's deepest desire.
'To be a fakir, in lives anew,
Embracing enlightenment, in the morning dew.'
Thus, he prayed, with insight's treasure,
Seeking a life of spiritual pleasure.
In the cycle of time, his legacy endures,
Inspiring souls, in enlightenment's tours.
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