M.D Dinesh Nair (Thrissur/Vijayawada)
Everywhere we feel a divide of notions
The divide of the minds in their rude permittivity.
The sponsors of the divinity and the merchants of the faiths
Look alike when it comes to facing the non-believers!
Most popular poets over here with fervent vigour
Avoid fights with merchants of religions and Gods
Preferring not to fight at all hoping to see
A'God''smiling at them from the skies'!
It seems to make good sense to me
Their avoiding a controversy is the key
To their survival and peace of mind
And to longer lives and their well-being.
The negation of the supernatural is not an option
Nor is it a blunder emerging from clouded thoughts.
But God of their imagination is an oasis
In the desert of their knowledge restricted!
They won`t read, they won`t reason and they won`t realise,
They can`t feel, they can`t judge and they can`t accept,
They aren`t enervated, they aren`t destitutes nor bedridden.
They call you 'fools' when you talk against the notion!
The imbeciles and the lesser beings make a beeline
Before the food stores and shelter homes, how great!
The believers and the merchants of faiths preach on
Before the innocent and the ignorant, how mean!
The question here poses a greater trouble
To the conscience of a true man in crisis
He is sermoned on the invisible but the omniscient
That is crystalled into thoughts sans reason.
As the out cry of trillions of miserable fauna and flora
Gets resounded in my mind and I begin to brood in pain
How dare they tell me to feel the omniscient
Standing by me to hold my hand to lead on.
How dare you stand in the shade of a tree when all are lost
In the waves of heat and their cries still resounding?
How dare you paint your God`s face in colours
When time and again the life has laughed at your old canvas?
If you still search for a hypothetical solution
While problems declare themselves to be natural
What will you tell your generations ahead
Feeling yourself like a tortoise with its head buried?
In the corridors of time ahead
An atrocious believer will stand barking at all
With the renovated castles of superstitions lying
Demolished with the patience of true human being long lost.
The human stocks and the struggling larvae alike
Tell their tales again and again to us.
But how dare you sprinkle the rose water of eternity
On the corpse of a man who has died miserably.
The divide is a phase of its own built on human concern
The concern of a solution through sweet lies or
The concern of accepting the bitter truths
With our life still making much ado about nothing.
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