Sign- A Poem for Logicians !

When the food is ready the aroma calls

When the stomach is empty the mind stalls

 

The wet clothes on rope when dry start to fly

The baby when hungry starts to cry

 

The Sign is our guiding light

As many things are beyond our sight

 

The Truth is not always perceived

By the Signs sometimes we are deceived

 

As per our capacity and experience we only infer

And therefore in our opinions we differ

 

How do we know what is a correct Sign?

When my judgement is not better than thine?

 

How do we know we have reached the right conclusion?

And that we have cleared all doubts and there is no room for any confusion?

 

Debating is a war of words

Thankfully no blood

Not for me to prevail over you

But to get the right view! 

-By

Dhanashree Dharmaraj