Lives Lost And No Answers Poem by Savita Tyagi
Lives Lost And No Answers
Another plane crash
So bizarre and unpredictable
No mechanical failure, no foul weather
No war time weapon's blowing
Just the result of a troubled human mind
When and where crookedness destroys us
There is no telling!
God save us from maniac and evil minds!
Long time back I read Ramcharitmanas
An epic Hindi poetry of love and devotion
Implanting the story of Shree Ram with all its beauty
And grandiose upon the hearts of millions of people
Availed to them in the lyrics of Common's language
To sing, meditate and perform God's descent in human form.
Reading the beautiful beginning prayers and invocations
I came to halt at the prayers offered to people of vice
Asking for their blessings for the completion of epic
I was surprised to read humble prayers offered
By sage Tulsidas in such beauteous way
On account of my immaturity I couldn't
Understand the reason for it
Only way I had seen or heard evil dealt with
Was through wars and punishment!
Long time have passed since my thoughts evolved
Now when I see the harm done by savage humans
I think and admire those lovely invocations
Those are the ways of saints I understand now
How wisely a saint knows the limits
Of mankind in eradication of wickedness
And how wisely he seeks with humility
The blessing of not only God and saints
Full of love and light of divinity
But crooks too, full of malice and cruelty
Capable of wiping out all his effort even
At the expense of their own lives
Like a hail stone damaging the crop
Even though melting itself in process
Like a insane pilot full of rage bringing down the plane
And crushing himself to death with none to blame
God save us from such maniacs and evil minds.
Again and again it happens
Again and again our hearts cry out
Again and again my memory turns
To those lines of amazing beauty
Written centuries back by a wise,
Pious and saint poet of uncanny ability
Into the depth of human nature bringing solace
To tormented hearts when no answers are found
To life's unsolved problems.
3.26 2014
Very interesting poem on current global problem: The tragic loss of lives in the recent plane crash is an unfortunate one for the loved ones. The people involved in these kinds of brutality, are actually mental patients, and should be treated thus by the society, as did Poet Tulsi Das mentioned by you. In fact Rishi Balmiki who initiated Ramayana was a professional robber in his early life who robbed the forest travelers to support his family. Once this robber stopped Narada Muni for robbing when Narada counseled him, and afterwards the robber became a changed man, becoming Balmiki Muni, writing Ramayana. I don’t see how though the today’s counsellors will reach these hardcore terrorists. I suggested a solution to the latter problem in my poem, “Fifty Years from Today” based on my critical observations. Thank you for sharing your thoughts!
Many lives lost because of a troubled mind. It is difficult to imagine the last moments and the state of all the near and dear ones. Thank you for bringing out the deep feelings in your poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 8:39:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very emotional poem on current global problem: The tragic loss of lives in the recent plane crash is an unfortunate one for the loved ones. The people involved in these kinds of brutality, are actually mental patients, and should be treated thus by the society, as did Poet Tulsi Das mentioned by you. In fact Rishi Balmiki who initiated Ramayana was a professional robber in his early life who robbed the forest travelers to support his family. Once this robber stopped Narada Muni for robbing when Narada counseled him, and afterwards the robber became a changed man, becoming Balmiki Muni, writing Ramayana. I don’t see how though the today’s counsellors will reach these hardcore terrorists. I suggested a solution to the latter problem in my poem, “Fifty Years from Today” based on my critical observations. Thank you for sharing your thoughts!