Om.
So says the Ishopanishad in her glory
Darkness is path for believer of non-birth
Greater darkness for believer of birth alone
Let us see both as one and one alone
We know from ourselves we are born
From others we will know they died
Pundits prescribed the same fate for us
For wise learn from mistakes of others
By great flood everything get destroyed
Manu alone survived with remaining seeds
Anything we have now are children of them
For seed protects itself by producing more seeds
New seed giver may think it is new one
But seed's essence alone transform itself into new
Can we say this one new or is it old one
In new time it is new but in reality old one
That old one that from which all seeds came
Wise call it by the name of para-Brahama
Whose system is neither that of birth
Nor it actually follow the path of non-birth
These wheels of Sun is moving like this
In the same wheel parmatma is moving
By hiding itself in seed, making new seed
Making neither birth nor non- birth possible
Let us then salute those offspring of that seed
Who identified themselves with that one
Let us salute to those words of Veda
From which Upanishad happened to born
Om ! Peace ! Peace ! Peace !
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