Not all minds burn with equal flame,  
Some flicker gently, some boldly claim  
The heights of thought, few dare climb
Where intellect dances beyond time.

IQ may measure, but cannot define  
The soul’s deep hunger for the sign,  
For far-sighted eyes that pierce the veil,  
And trace the truth where others fail.

Some walk the path with books in hand,  
Researching stars, or grains of sand.  
While others rest in borrowed light,  
Afraid to ask if wrong is right.

To accept the truth, what sacred art!  
It asks not brilliance, but the heart.  
Yet still, the minds diverge and part,  
Some seek the whole, some just a part.

So let's dare honor each unique flame,  
Though not all burn with equal name.  
For wisdom’s fire, both fierce and mild,  
May yet awaken the sleeping child.
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Jiri, Dolakha
10 Aug 2025