The Forgotten Way

Four Pandav brothers were dead Drinking water from an accursed mountain lake Ignoring a mystic’s warning to be first put to test A series of questions on life and man’s eternal quest The fifth and eldest though weary and thirsty Ever humble and truthful, this first born of Queen Kunti Answers to the sage were profound and appeasing Gratified, the mystic resurrected his kin Yudhistir, the righteous, who defined madness as a lost way A lost way of life belonging to a forgotten age Rarely are humans satisfied with less than can be had Considered abnormal behaviour and often deemed mad Very few have learnt long before The essence of life resides within one’s core Content with a pebble or a blade of grass Finding in them the truth of the universe Their thoughts belong to another plane Their madness is but a mental game Their logic may appear irrational and ***** But their solutions are simple, without prejudice and fear Blind to the wisdom nestling deep within their brain We hurt them; we taunt them and brand them insane They don’t belong, neither do they own Children of a seed which long back had been sown All trace of the race, apparently extinct Chances of a comeback fairly indistinct Slave, that man is to material life Incapable of learning that surfeit too ends in strife