The Wise Mystics Poem by Mohammad Younus

From pre historic times...
...sages have been seeking...
...for the hidden secret;
And they all together...
...have been secretly speaking:
'The treasure of truth is hidden...
...under the thick layers of self';
And said:
'He who knows his self knows the truth';
Delving deep into the well of self...
...they would cry with joy:
'There we will find it, in the well! '
Have they really found it until now?
But, the mortals with limited vision,
How can they know the whole truth?
This reminds me the story of an elephant,
Shown to a crowd of blinds at a market fare;
Every blind told some truth about the elephant,
But, each one could tell only a partial truth!
Their disputes and pointless brawls...
...about the shape and nature of the elephant...
...were absolutely unfair and thoughtless!
Getting tired of brawl and Violent disputes...
...the wise among them left all attempts to claim...
...that someone from the crowd knew...
...the whole secret hidden about the elephant,
Everyone was making a statement of truth۔۔۔
...within the delimitations of his vision.

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