When I descended from my cave
to share my wisdom with the folk
I was then greeted by non save
an old man garbed in wisdom's cloak.
laughing like a boy came he
and for my virtue greeted me.
That laughing saint reminded me,
of Plato's saying that when you,
the shining face of truth do see,
You first become a person who
has lost his reason and his wits
a cause for triggering laughter fits.
This metaphor of cave my friend
I owe to Nietzsche's thoughtful mind
who says that when you comprehend
something truthful; then you find
the joy of wisdom in your soul
that takes away your self control.
By Khalid Jamil Rawat
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