Wall Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu

There is no doorway....
A wall, just a wall.
It's hard and smooth,
It's tall, very tall touching the Sun and the moon,
And short as well at mere knee height.
It's hot like a cauldron on fire
And chilling too like an icecube.
It's dazzling - blinding the eyes
And comforting like cool Kohl.

I asked my Guru how to cross it.
He smiled and said
'I give you a cryptic hint...Try yourself.
The wall is both ignorance and wisdom
...And it's not outside
but well you within! '