We And All Else - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Countless creatures repair back to Death’s door
Day in and out, and yet those naught yet feign
To feel, they hail from heaven’s deathless shore;
What can be stranger still, oh, what more vain?
Men think so since thousands of years and ere,
Here in this vainest world, and heretofore,
This gulf, ah, ‘we and them’, that ‘we are rare’—
Yet, Time digests us all right to the core.
‘We’ shall rise high ‘pon angel’s soaring wings,
Evil else, hell-bound, shall grow horns on head,
The ill within us scarce to our core clings,
An alien’s smallest sin is gruesome red.
Strange, we and them sons be of the same sun,
Yet, they hell should suffer, we high heaven!
In Mahabharata (Vana Parva) , Yama, the Lord of Death,
disguised as Yaksha, a strange creature, asks Yudhishthir,
known for his righteousness and dharma: What is so
strange in this world? (See the exact verse below) . His
reply is rendered in the first four lines of this sonnet.
ahani ahani bhootaani gacchanti iha yama aalayam |
sheshaah sthaavaram icchanti kim aashcharyam atah param ||
- Vana Parva 313.116 ||
- Sonnets | 03.10.12 |
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