Being born with a Blank mind,
The mind so fresh and new,
New was I to the world,
The very world where I grew.
Where was I before?
My memory all erased?
A new life within my mother,
In her womb I existed.
Before a Blank page,
Now a volume of novel,
Memories written so innumerable,
Not all of them do I remember.
My mind before a Blank blackboard.
Have consumed and chewed chalks,
The best I tasted,the rest I rubbed
But the dust in the air,
I breathed and coughed.
The mind no longer crystal clear,
The rhythm of life making it heavier,
The same sweet sad songs,
Its music becomes the Lamp I hear.
And now do I see the blank space above,
The space is but a grand universe.