Blind Belief: Poem by ashok jadhav

(A lone figure stands under a dim light, speaking with a mix of frustration and despair.)

Do you see it? Do you see the way they follow,
Eyes wide, hearts open, yet utterly chained?
They believe—not because they know,
But because someone, somewhere, whispered it first.
No question asked, no thought spared, no glance behind the veil.
Blind. Utterly blind.
And I… I have tried. I have screamed truths into the void
Where conviction sits, unshaken by reason.
But it clings, this belief, as if it were life itself,
Even when it bleeds, even when it destroys.
I see them bow, I see them kneel,
And the world bends around their certainty,
While I am left outside, grasping at shattered fragments.
Do they feel it? The cost of surrendering sight?
The chains that bind not the body,
But the mind, the very soul itself?
I envy their peace… no, I envy their ignorance.
To follow blindly is to carry no weight,
To question is to bleed at every joint.
Yet… oh, yet! —I cannot join them.
Even in this desolate clarity,
I would rather stumble in the dark,
Question, doubt, fight, and burn with uncertainty,
Than live as shadows beneath someone else's flame.
So go on, believe, unseeing, unknowing.
I will not. I cannot.
Better to fall alone than rise in chains.