I found people hiding their heads
In large voluminous books and
Walking with an air around them
Aroused my craving to become one.
With zeal terrific; perused many books
Buried in them my ostrich head
Pitiable my condition; like a child
That was lost in a way side fair.
Restless was I; looking at others
Posing always as somebody else
Hit my head; shrieked hysterically
Cursed my damn ignorance openly.
Adamantly enough went on reading
A pleasant surprise came to me riding
The more I learned; conscious was I
Of the vast ignorance in me that was.
The more I fathomed made me aware
Of the immense unknown that is there
At last, my lips broadened with a smile
When, I realized that ignorance is bliss.