Poems ✍️

All on a sudden, getting awake in the morning,
I got stunned seeing, the whole earth
Had become a great graveyard.
Each house was, as it were, a grave.
In that grave, all were whispering about ill tidings.
They were trembling in fear
Thinking about the oncoming death and famine.
Alas! When had these men been alive?
I had seen their ghosts walking on streets long since.
Seeing them, I had shouted, 'Ghosts! Ghosts! '
Listening to my shout, the bastard civilization
Had burst out into laughter.

It was darkness all around.
In that silent compact darkness,
The dead people were frequently getting awake
To see whether they were alive.
Someones were peeping outside
Putting their faces at windows.
Their eyes were blazing like those of the tigers.
Perhaps, they had turned restless
To listen to the last whistle of Ishrafil's trumpet.
How long can a man stay in a grave!
How long can a man leap
Owing to the intolerable pain of life into a freaking fear
Like a slaughtered cock!

Walking restlessly I asked myself, Where am I?
Am I still rotating like a top into that same earth,
Which I rejected once and fled away
On a ghost-loitering night?
I said to them, ' I see, you are living
In a weird robbers' hamlet!
How foolishly you have opened all the borders
And taken theives-miscreants-gangsters-scoundrels in!
How can a man live in such a hell? '
Listening to my words,
They chased me with swords and spears.
Running I climbed the peak of the Himalayas.
Standing there, I shouted to the whole world,
'Brethren! A one-eyed monster is sitting on your necks.
He is hypnotising you,
Sometimes by the name of democracy,
Sometimes by socialism, sometimnes by religion.
How cleverly he is drinking your blood
Setting needles into your body!
Pleasantly reject the world that has made
The strong working productive people submissive
And the idle intellectuals, living like parasites,
The disciples of that monster.
Leave the world that has made the shameless
Showing bodies like bitches
Sit on the most honorable seats
And thrown the shy polite sages like torn rags
Into the dustbin of negligence.
Reject the world that plays tricks with the honest
And the truthful.
Rejecting, come all running;
Let us go all together into deep forests.'
Listening to my call, they went back
To their beautiful iron cages laughing.

I say to myself, the earth
Which is full of so many life-killing viruses;
Where truth has no value;
Where only deception, disease, shock, death, hunger
And the cruel laughter of oppressors
Hiss like a cobra lifting its hood;
Where poison is in air, the foams of sin in water,
Epidemic in soil, beastliness in man
And perversity in woman;
Why are men so agitated and anxious of that earth?
What a grave-life each man leads, though not dead!
Nevertheless, there is no love into their hearts,
No tears into their eyes as if they were dead rivers;
They have no faith in immortal life, resurrection
And the day of judgement;
Into their eyes and hearts there lie
Only the greed of life full of lust
And the blue horror of death.
Round the clock, they remain blind like beasts
To sensual pleasures.
They contemplate, 'Alas! Where have we to go
In the long run leaving all these happiness,
Fame, money, wealth, property and huge power?
Where is the destination of our lives then-- the lives
That like wine, make us mad for the illusion of earth? '

I contemplate myself--Will ever these dead men
Get back their real lives, the lives
Where there are truth, sacrifice, love and soul,
In that soul the waves of faith make sound
Like a turbulent river,
Listening to that sound the red-billed peace-birds
Come flying from the bank of eternity
To fill the villages and cities of earth with songs?