Shall I Use Sword To Solve Gordian Knot Poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar

Shall I Use Sword To Solve Gordian Knot



when I opened my eyes to the world,
Not only my mouth opened to
breast of my mother,
Much before that my ears were open,
And skin that sensed touch of men or woman,
Known or unknown,
Expressing that by laugh or weep,

Then slowly opened eyes to see that world,
And light entered in eyes earlier,
Now reached brain!
Then started the questions and mystery Train,
And I became as what my elders trained!

But some years later I learnt life is from womb to tomb,
That made me to sit on tomb, into which I
saw someone sleeping,
As bone and skeleton,
With that hollow skull,

Then I learnt where one day I have to Go!
I disliked to sleep there with that hollow skull

I reached there without hollow skull,
But with brainful of painful thoughts!

If tomb is my destination,
Why came from womb,
If I can't assimilate, why should I eat,
If I can't solve the puzzle, why should bother it,
If everything is fate, how best life that I can rate?

I came to home straight and
Slept in a wooden box to feel my tomb with soulful brain!

I started learning to
Go where I should go,
Go and sleep in that wooden tomb and slept well there
and became familiar with that!

Then came my mother where I
am,
When she learnt that I am in my
own tomb,
Called father to show where I
am, Both lifted me
And laughed, Kissed me and said,
'You naughty, hiding there? '

Someday I have to throw this old used scrap in the waste box called my tomb,

If life Gordian knot,
Shall I use that sword to cut the rope,
The sword of self knowledge,
which is ultimate and impatient action,
I need not go and win the world,
Only I want win myself,

Self that in me have that thrill
And the joy of solving puzzle,
Within fairness of the game?

It kills the spirit in me,
And the spirit of puzzle
If I cut the rope,
And that game is over to me!

Let me play a while,
my mother is always ready,
She takes my into her lap
I will sleep in that love that is divine,
Than sleeping here in this tomb,
Once I throw that baggage aside
That was useful always in this journey,
All fate goes to that bag and not it can come unto me,
I am that son of God,
And God has to guide me as he is always my elder,
And He is my Fate, and I am destined to play and sleep with him!

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The problem of untying the
Gordian knot resisted all
attempted solutions until the
year 333 B.C., when Alexander
the Great - not known for his
lack of ambition when it came to ruling Asia - cut through it
with a sword. 'Cheat! ' you
might cry. And although you
might have been unwise to
have pointed it out in
Alexander's presence, his method did seem to go against
the spirit of the problem. Surely,
the challenge was to solve the
puzzle solely by manipulating
the knot, not by cutting it. Yes life itself is the fiction.
And knowing self is that and
cutting life with sword of self
knowledge is like Alexander's
way of solving puzzle!
But being able to solve by patience, perseverance and
constant and patient effort to
make impossible to possible is
way of imagination and fiction!
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