Find Out The Base Poem by Somanathan Iyer

There is a force that is not a farce
Most of us opine it always a trash
We feel it a waste to talk even its source
unperturbed the force reigns all our brains
The force that drives us all to race for survival
The force that pulls us back all unexpected
The force that make us all to see outer world
The force that blinds us all to see the inner self
The force that binds us all with attachments
The force that makes us all to crave for riches
The force that makes us all to cry for hitches
Dancing to its tunes our minds are maimed
Illusion is its horse temptation is its weapon
Mind it! Oh Mind! Race not for the crash
Browse for its source not through desires
But through the wisdom to find out that base