One senior's travels on the knowledge path to Moksha, using poetry, essays, and stories as a means of transportation.
Thursday, 2 March 2017
Tutors
Once was a time, not so long ago,
We knew that the future was ours.
We knew who we were, and where we would go:
Our minds were aflame with our powers.
We set off proud and tall:
destination was all.
The world was ours for the taking;
But so soon, on our way,
We got trapped in life’s fray:
A nightmare from which there’s no waking.
Regrouping, we thought
That, though dreams came to nought,
We could still succeed in our mission:
To our children we’d teach
All we could not reach,
And imprint their young minds with our vision.
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Just yesterday (now so long ago),
We passed on our wisdom and sorrow.
Now our children, as they grow,
Must carry our hopes to tomorrow.
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