if this me is not I who Am I?
If this me is I,
That appear and disappear,
Knowing life and death,
Feeling depressed by pain and
inflated by pleasure,
Fatigue by the strain and compressed by pressure,
is it that I,
Colony of cells,
every instant one cell die,
and one take birth? If buddha told, he is void and
universe too,
Who spoke to whom?
Is it Buddha or some one more
wise than Buddha spoke?
Is it to ignorant mob he spoke, Or to joblessly and meaninglessly
to void? In this plane when I believe,
this me is I am,
It is true at this level,
If not then I am above this
plane!
Starting journey as part of universe,
Changing robe after robe,
Shedding old skin acquiring new,
I grow to maturity,
where drops wisdom leak from
heaven, through my skull and fills brain,
I grow to what I am!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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