M.D Dinesh Nair
The Divide - Poem by M.D Dinesh Nair
Oftener than ever before
As I look upwards to the sky
God astonishes me
With His calm infinite.
As I hear the chirping of the birds
Next He surprises me
With His voice sweet.
And as I eat my loaf of bread
Soon He consoles me
With His empathy unbound.
Someone reads out from a page of colours
The sketches of things around me
And my lips too chant,
'This blue planet and its charms,
This life and its manifestations,
And the marvel of the human race
Tell me time and again about Him
And I am drunk and God is my intoxicant
He is my redeemer for reasons tender'.
A lingering question blows out
Two men come forward with their answers.
They quote from the scriptures,
“He takes away to His heaven
Those ones He likes most”.
But the truth is thundering around us,
‘The wicked are left on this world
To have a five star life’.
A clash between a doctrine and a fact
Makes me sit back and think over for once.
Oftener than ever before again
As I brood over things more realistic
Godlessness scares me
With his portrait painted with a worn out brush.
As I hear about famine and wretchedness of a human stock
He disheartens me
With his hymns written in human tears
As I see the visuals of devastation and deprivation
He storms the fortress of my human concerns
With his absence recorded for verification.
Someone speaks from a dais higher than usual
About a world not too far from us
And I too begin to see its myriad forms.
This miserable world and its pathos,
This struggle for survival and its escalations
And the bitter truths of the other world untold
Tell me a thousand times to keep my mind above fancying.
I am now sober and he is doomed for ever
And I cannot be his redeemer for no reason.
I remain sadder
And perhaps more shattered...
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