In the jungle of knowledge

Where each Source 

Emphasises it's true,

It's easy 

To be lost

To be misled

To decimate to nought

Dwell in darkness

Without ever laying sight

On true Light

That enquirer sought

On his way -

As this realisation dawns

I tremble

In my diminutive form

I accept

I am weak

I am meek

Mere guidance wouldn't suffice,

So when I pray

For the straight path

Do not just guide with lamp to shine

Or Illumine desired way

Rather lead by Hand

Every step if I may

I want to hold on to you

No less than this

Can I seek

Of the Divine.