Vivek Tiwari (23 July 1985 / Gaura (R.S.) Pratapgarh)
Battle Of Self And Slavery
A demon dancing upon the sounds of frenzied knell-
That rings-but beguiling
Like all welcoming morning-bell;
Castle of grandeur-beautiful and vast
With sweet-spoken agents,
Hearts' construction quite aghast.
Like the severe agents of Evil,
Who please with fake welcome and greet
Lures with what you long
As an open-armed token of meet.
As soon as you're lured to bait
Accept the offer and sign the fate-
The bond that asks for devotion and duty
Is a contract of Self that you sold for upto sixty.
You've to follow then, the commanding voice
Have to serve with sole devotion
As then there is no other choice.
Terms & conditions applied so strictly
Within the folds of unknown mystery
(Till you're left with fate to accept
Too late to follow the Self's percept)
Sacrifying your freedom to the Demon's decorum
And all that sucks you
At the quite demand of Forum;
Feeds you enough-
Enough for your blood and energy
To suck you daily, to suck your blood and drain you dry.
Pining and wailing like an imprisoned barbary ape
Your soul cries aloud Escape! Escape! Escape!
To make your soul sing leisurely
Like a Happy Laurel
Despise the bait, be self satisfied
And enjoy the happy flourishing floral.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Now a days the private institutions lure the employees with a lot of outwardly pomp and show and sometimes even make you fill a bond of contact for months or years or whatsoever and as soon as you signed it you've sold your Self to serve even most unwillingly as when they reveal before you their bitter secret (their strict terms & conditions) that were never mentioned earlier, you feel quite oppressed and pine but don't have any other option or choice but to wail and pine.
No doubt the schools and colleges are following the same track. The old system of schooling, when the teaching and teachers were considered the most honorable is out of date. Today it's only a contractual business. The teachers too are soul oppressed and are considered, by both the institution authorities and the guardian's part, a person who comes for money and has to work for that and that's up.
The different explanations, suggestions and queries are cordially invited.
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