Oh! You foolish mind, why can’t you see the obvious,
that everyting that you think is yours
does not belong to you.
The pure knowledge, the brains to grasp it,
the talents, the beauty, whatever that’s truly precious,
comes from one ultimate source,
and there it has got to return,
set free by the free will,
the only thing that we can dare to call our own.
poem by Armaity H. Bhabha “Sahajmala”