Friday, November 28, 2008

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake?

( To those faceless entities who unleashed a trail of death)

Are you Happy? Are you smiling? Are you laughing?

The sight of the carnage, the panic, the madness

The terror, the blank gaze…

The people running helter skelter

The blood, the cries, the wails

They soothe your injured souls?

Are you pacified?

Are you celebrating?

Backslapping one another

For a deed well accomplished?

You’ve achieved what you sought?

No? more to do?

More carnage, more destruction in your to do list?

A couple of men gone?

So what – you’re looking at the larger picture?

So much of colour, so much of sound too

Did you sleep soundly ?

Oh no, more plans, more strategies to work out…

So much more to be done…

There is no doubt in your conscience right?

Everything is just right , just how it should be?

WHERE the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

Sorry Sir..every
thing has gone awry...
there is only fear, there is only anguish...

and the fragments are so tiny and shorn far apart-
Haven? Freedom? Mere sounds...

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