Ma, opening the vast pages
Well written by the past masters,
I sought the knowledge
‘Tis only a reflection of the knowledgeable.

The true knowledge lay hidden
That could ever be penned down,
For the word, yet remained
A hindrance to know the unknown.

Ma, thoughts of the intellectuals
Who well claimed to be the masters,
I sought the knowledge
‘Tis only a reflection of the ignorant.

For the thoughts are formidable hindrances
An’ the intellect, the enemy at its best,
That could possibly know the truth
It remained a mockery, an empty basket of jokes.

Ma, now blessed seek the Truth
At Your Lotus Feet, the abode of all Gods,
To be freed from the delusion of words
An’ to remain silent freed from thoughts.

– Sridhar