An insight knocking on the door
The hectic occupants ignore
Lest the rote be interrupted
Hence it will end up corrupted
The walls are made of thick resolves
Bolted with so strong beliefs
Is sealed with norms that have evolved
From practices nourished in ease
Comfort is bought in immense hoard
Behind the glass is shown to all
A spell is cast on them who see
Forever all be captive… be
And all the days are spent in cycles
Since each day is but a cycle
The hectic occupants ignore
An insight knocking on the door
And thus a wall will rise around
The frantic then becomes abound
While practice makes a perfect rote
The rote will leave insight to rot
By not freeing themselves to free
But why when all they need is pea-
Sized room enough for them to fit
A brain as small as dimly lit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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