Crows vs Hamsapakshi

My Guru,
You are the tattva darshinah
The One that knows
The One thing to be known.

We are the Ones
That know a bit of this and bit of that
All irrelevant, all useless.

Yet, like screeching crows
Which shriek when they find
A piece of rotten food
We caw caw, we boast.

This habit has to die
This screeching has to stop.
The only power to quell it
Has to come from your silence.
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