The mind, a garden, carefully we tend, 
With beliefs and knowledge, on which we depend. 
But weeds can grow, where old assumptions lie, 
And block new blossoms, beneath a changing sky.
So unlearn gently, the notions held so dear, 
Release the rigid thoughts, and conquer every fear. 
For growth resides, where old beliefs take flight, 
And open minds embrace, a newer, clearer light.
Not to forget, but to question and explore, 
The truths we cling to, and what they hold in store. 
For in the shedding, of what no longer serves, 
A wiser spirit, new pathways it observes.
– By George Panicker