It all started with a sound,
From the boundlessness which bounds,
Prolific, and inexplicably profound.
Shrishti Naad, as I call, the basis to everything,
Enslaved everyone, from peasants to the king!
The open one goes, ignorant stays jailed,
The sea of sounds, Oh mother, just to merge,
Searching a goal? Oh, you're only to purge!
Searching a soul? Oh, you're a fish,
Trying to get out and find the sea.
Shrishti Naad, you can hear with an ear,
Life is too short, there is hardly a moment to spare!
A purpose? There is none, for if you want,
Frustrated as you will be, there is none!