Eventual Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

What wrong have I done?
I only picked up the plate
To wipe it clean.
It is still there lying on the table,
Place it wherever you will,
It doesn't bother me.

You say the dust I removed
Was very old,
It had a history of its own;
But I did not see any face in it,
I did not see any colour either,
I only heard voices directing me
To get rid of the sticking dust.

Come to think of it!
If the dust removed by me
Was historic
It was important.
If such a thing remains
Then the history relied upon
Is defective, it is as dirty.
Truth does not roll in the dust,
So it needs a cleaning up,
Once cleansed
It has to be true.

Amended rules will make
Some heads roll.
As of now
Most of the culprits do not exist,
Those who spread dust are dead
Nobody remembers them,
Forgetting them is
Condoning them, that
I do not think is permissible.