Gnanam

Gnanam

We are lost in  views of ourselves shaped by others

We are taught to think like our friends and enemies

We look at objects through the glasses of our caste

We analyze life via the medium of our social class

We understand the concepts through our teachers

We develop likes and dislikes like our mothers

We fail to develop any original thought ultimately.

Lost in this imagination of ideologies of hatred

Lost in ourselves of ourselves forever

We leave this body to mix with the dust

Unable to take it with us to heaven or hell

A life ruled by maya or fantasies, a rishi will say

A reality  that cannot be borne that the men run

Running away from the maya of life

A detached soul can leave his mother and daughter

A man is not bound by his flesh and its language

He can detach from his children quite easily

And term the sickening life to maya or rope.

Rope or snake they get confused and stay away

A woman cannot forget the child born out of her body

She cannot detach the mind from her suffering child

She worries and worries into a frenzy

Men termed her hysterical and crazy

Some might even have been burnt alive as witches

Who knows what really happened in prestigious

Households of superior quality and style?

This is the story of how philosophy

Stayed away from the cooking women

Toiling in hot kitchens or cold kitchens.