Jack and Jill went up to school
When teacher asks questions
Jack listens and answers well
Jill shrinks into inferiority cell
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I remember one story Very funny But lot of message In olden days when there was no match box people used to borrow the wood that is already burning in the stove of some neighbor’s house and lit their stove One boy was carrying such a glowing wood that looked like a torch in the darkness of night One old person asked him where is the glow coming from? The boy blew air on the glowing wood and put out the ember; Now he asked the old man where the glow has gone? ......ha ha ha …Well written You prove again you are a specialist in this subject; some time you can write a great commentary on “I” parallel to the bhasyams by Adi sankarar, Ragavendrar, Sri Ramanujam Heartfelt appreciation for this wonderful poem
very true the 'i' seems to be in a prison within...which any amount of knowledge will not free just like our five 'learning' also is one as natural as our five...our education curbs it with comparisons...aversion and fear are the result