No beginning and no end,
the meandering rivers ever flows,
There is a meaning at every bend,
We learn and proceed in the boat of life,
the beauty in the lesson that never dies.
The essence in the lesson, is never at stake,
Unless you repeat your folly, again to mistake,
Absorb that lesson one at a time,
in due course of time you will be fine.
Nature, the true teacher,
it's Silence is the real master,
whatever taught is the nature's school,
is the wisdom of ages and not of fools.
from just experiences we do learn,
and our karmas do we earn,
It can be good or bad we don't know,
So we need a Master who can make us realise.
O Master show us the path of light,
we are in darkness in the turns of life.
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