THE SEEKER

 

What is it that  I want?
Seen it all to the mind's content 
Yet I roam like the wind
Not knowing where to go
I have seen only petty pleaures
That touch the heart but never fill it
So transient and yet they repeat themselves 
And bring only remorse and no fulfillment 
Man's soul is pure and remains untouched
The mind is fraught with desires unfulfilled 
And he rummages like the musk deer
Not knowing what he seeks is seeking him
Mesmerised by all that appears, just a fleeting picture
He knows not what the source of all appearance is
And yet seeks and seeks till his last breath
 Then wisdom dawns, that the seeker is the sought.

N.S.RAMESH
(poem)

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