Where It Ends. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Knowledge, the intuitive knowledge
The learnt one always seeks
Not to get the answers on riddles
But what the life actually means.

Knowledge the perfect and pure knowledge
Aspiring the knowledge men tries
The deepness of vast oceans
The highest of mountain peaks
The vast and deep knowledge try to get.

Knowledge the intuitive knowledge
What transpired through sages
What guidance they gave to the world
Vastness of atmosphere it measures
Immeasurable the knowledge the universe.