'Flapping your multi-colorful, soft wings Dividing some gentle, whispering winds
O, butterfly! Heavenly butterfly! ! You do not fly towards the far blue sky,
But sit on fragrant petals of flower For kissing and drinking luscious nectar.' - Muzahidul Reza
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This poem was written one fine day after reading again the ever inspiring piece of Rabindranath Tagore... " Where the mind is without fear' and thinking of the India we have created for ourselves.
MY FATHER, LET MY COUNTRY AWAKE
Not long ago, on a wakeful night Unchained from bondage… We were free to live on In that age of turmoil walked, Men of honour Their dauntless spirit, Inspiring the masses to life Their loyalty, unquestionable
The mother land boasted Of these sons of soil, Who put HER above all else With confident strokes They painted a grand vision A picture of perfection, Gleamed in hopeful eyes As gladly they handed Reins of the future … To the children of tomorrow
An Age of Decadence
In over half a century… Our world has fallen apart Serpents of greed and lust Sit coiled at the centre of a fake prosperity Riches worshiped and once cherished values Are impoverished slaves Unity is hacked to pieces... we crave the blood Of them we outcast as not our own Men of apathy, rule with selfish gluttony Stuffing their bowels Till they puke, the rotten stench Saturating every lung To the point of repulsion
Yet the common man lives on Amidst this decadence… Deaf, dumb & blind Bearing this burden As if it was meant to be (From one Hell to another He has adjusted With surprising ease) Once a while, a shrill voice rises Only to subside and die In the treacherous lure of darkness
There is still a path… my brothers To the lost future of yesterday Where Riches will be slaves To men of values & wisdom Where together we will seek a new horizon Seeds of a new future Lie in incubation… in young unpolluted minds If fresh blood boils, questions, Rebels to the unacceptable … Silence them not into submissiveness For there alone lies our hope… To awake to a country of our dreams.
Until we can fully love and embrace ourselves, as we are, from the inside out, without feeling hate, guilt or shame; we may never truly grasp and live happy, content and peaceful lives. Realizing that even without doing, just "being" us, we are loved! Especially by the One up there who created us for a unique and special purpose! If only we seek Him first with all our hearts, mind and soul...He will be more than willing to shed light on our most complicated challenges and questions.
1 John 4:18 There is no fear in love: but perfect love casteth out fear, because fear hath punishment; and he that feareth is not made perfect in love.
Father, Has anecdotes from his past, Showing, how unworthy we are, Little lamps derived from sun, Destined for his cold eyes, He cared too, But that's long ago, The senseless thrashing, a proof, He has left caring now. Now he has a responsibility, A family, To feed, clothe, and tend to, Because he is a devout Hindu, And thinks he owes us from past life, And it's his duty to do. Somewhere there was love too( I hope), When I was a tiny blob of ignorance; Expectations, Anger, Derision, drove it. Now there is an awkward silence, Broken by monthly pay checks, And some awkward laughs, Caused by an indifferent mother, A vessel bound to the engine, A planet in his orbit, Defending him wherever she can. And we remain a happy family.