My bag of ignorance, amassed through time,
Endless in its weight, a mountain to climb.
My greatest flaw: holding onto what's wrong,
Bound by false feelings, I stumble along.
Unreal suffering cloaks me in its shroud,
Like Sisyphus' burden, heavy, unbowed.
No room for wisdom, it's crowded with care,
Noble, pious virtues find no way there.
This burden swells, like a never-ending tide,
Occupying all, with no space to confide.
But in Tyagaraja's tender rendition, a prayer I find,
"Jnana mosagarada," enlighten my mind.
With his soulful melody, hope begins to rise,
Guiding me through darkness, to wisdom's sunrise.
Dr. SV Prabhath
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