Best Poems From
(28th August 1961)
Confusion is the seed of relation
When relation grows
It breeds confusion
Only when one becomes
Some one of somebody
Can overpower confusion
And further the relation.
When unknown becomes known
A stranger becomes a relation
Culmination of confusion occurs
When at all there is no aspiration
From out of the existing relation.
And in fact it is the perfect relation
That lasts for many births
Yes, that is achieved
As of late I have discovered
What is my confusion?
A DEAD MAN WALKING
I suspect whether I am alive or dead
At times, I feel, I am dead, at times alive
I live alike the three monkeys of Mahatma
Since long, I have closed my eyes
I have willfully made myself deaf and dumb too
At present, I dont see, I dont listen and I dont speak
But I live and move as usual but dont react
To the incidents happening around me
I watch, even immovable plants react to the external stimuli
But I dont since; I have lost my will to react,
To show interest in things
And differentiate between good or bad
As I am almost compelled to look after my own affairs only
By no one in particular but the prevailing social condition
Wherein I live presently has made me confined
Like a tortoise, I am very calculative in my own movement
I crawl when I find a pasture land
And withdraw me at once when I encounter danger
On the face of an obstacle which puts hindrance ahead
I hide me in my own shell and snore calmly
As long as the impediments appear insurmountable
I am not bothered if my fellow citizens are in deep trouble
Over the years, I have withdrawn myself to my own domain
Every one should know that I am a lonesome, isolated
Detached and highly self-centered modern man Living
With you all in this first decade of the twenty first century
When everything mundane is available
At my door step to cater to my avid needs
Still, I am shivering in fear,
Shedding my tear now and then in seclusion
I have many unfulfilled desire to run after
In spite of that I have absolutely have no reaction
In any matter what so ever the situation becomes
Hue and cry, outside of me in the world,
Has almost restrained me in a self designed shield
Wherein, though I am visible alive clinically
But I am almost dead mentally, you can find me
Only my mortal body moves
From one end of the armor to the other
But it behaves mechanically as a robot
Being completely empty and vacuum
In absence of any consciousness
And in lacking the power of consideration
Now I live in it and move
Like a dead man walking in an abandoned castle.
She was like a serene blooming flower
When misfortune befell on her
Now she is dwindling in confusion to know
What is her identity? A Cambodian or Indian
Or she is a part of this humankind, a human being
A homosapien, a kid, belongs to the entire humanity
What is her fault? Was it a curse to be born in this world?
A child to the couple of Cambodian and Indian origin
How could the mother send a three year old child to India?
After the father deserted the mother
And left for his country leaving Cambodia, the native land of her
Neither the father nor the grand parents accepted the kid
On her arrival on whom she would have depended
The kid lived on begging finding no alternate living.
She grew up and became a prey of the intemperate father
And got physically exploited by the man & his friends
When she was six year old only and quite ignorant
Of the complexity of the mundane world
How could she unravel the knavery of the deceitful persons?
A victim of lust and passion of her father for two years
Which she finally divulged before the grand mother in an occasion
Where she met her in seclusion
Thank to her courage and temerity that she could dare
To disclose her ordeal before the grand mother
Who could at last realize the misery of the child?
At least good sense prevailed on grand parents after that occasion
The victim was saved from the atrocity
And brutality of the dreaded man thereafter
Law has taken care of the oppressor
At present who is languishing in jail
But what does the child get for her persecution
Would she get back her childhood and innocence?
Has the God closed his eyes or gone blind?
Or preferred to eschew witnessing the heinous crime
After all, what is her fault?
For what blunder she is subjected to such oppression
Mental trauma and physical torture?
Could she ever believe the human beings on earth?
When father tormented her on whom
She would have relied on for safety and security
When God is dead and nonexistent here, who else will come forward?
Extending support and security to her in future
Could she forget this misfortune as a nightmare?
Could any one erase the scars of despair engraved in her mind?
I am speechless, I can only lament quietly for the misfortune
And express my heartfelt love and affect ion
In such a critical juncture of her life
Can this short of atrocious act be prevented on earth?
Shivering the nerves of the earth
The cold breeze was blowing
In a chilled winter morning
The Birds were in the deep slumber
In their tiny nests
One timeworn wretched beggar
Covered in the rags was asleep
Beneath the lonely tree along the
With the embraces of your memory
Crossing the lanes and by-lanes
Down the main road I was
Moving desperately ahead in my morning trip.
At a turning where
The lane leads to the highway
A rare sight caught my sight
I stopped gazing there for a while
And walked out of the lane in hurry
Completely ignoring to remember the
Event at that moment
But do you believe?
Still that sight is alive in me
And hunts me now and then
Though long years have passed in the meantime
I take the same route very often
With a hope to oversee the sight once again
To my utter surprise
That lovely sight is never seen
But surprisingly that is still
Afresh in my memory lane
And hunts me now and then.