A Great Riddle
Self An Enigma
Do babies know the self ? they remain untouched,
Perils of the world and fears,out of range of their sight.
Our smiles make them laugh,their minds chase sounds,
They cry but know no tears,and far from the precipice.
The world finds our psyche,and intrudes into every pore,
Words infiltrate into the mind,boyhood wakes up senses.
A wonderful feeling dawns,sense of the Self takes over,
Thoughts ambush so hard, a veil cloaks our eyes whole.
The self is our shadow,though we forget her often,
Her charms make us mad,we follow her till the end.
Caught in a curious web,entangle more we try to run,
Much wealth put together,we understand not this music ?
To believe something is hard, to discard is even more horrific,
One who knows keeps silent, ignorance appears as blessing !
To see with free mind is bliss,to move on fast a real courage,
Loftier to put at rest the question,what in fact is consciousness ?