Ways different from mine confounded me
I had developed tunnel vision
In rigid ideas I was imprisoned
Where did these ideas originate?
What did this narrow-mindedness precipitate?
When I dwell on these fixations of mine
No logical explanation behind them I find..
I think from my family did I inherit
These prejudiced notions without any merit
Never doubted the dictums passed down to me
Accepted them as gospel truths unquestioningly.
As I travel through life’s meandering pathways
Old assumptions are shattered in different ways
I should be vigilant and keep in restraint
The tendency of my mind to taint
My experiences with sprinkles of prejudice-
Such is the conditioned mind’s artifice…
Above all, I shall try my best
To hold my tongue and not express
Before my children such notions
Let them face the world with a mind open.