I am no seer
but my song is my vision
authentic and real as a burning amber
in the earthen oven
I reveal what is sad and veiled
behind thick iron curtain.
All blood is red. Why man is dead
to the tragedy of man?
My sole subject is man
sans the trappings of race and religion
but every where I hear the same cry
homo sapiens is an endangered specie
Every where the same fratricidal wars
in the name of race and religion
clashes among civilizations
communal frenzy building up to explode
All gods have failed, all prophets
to keep in sheath the stab of hate
blood-dipped knife is painting red
the earth’s gold and green
Putting out the light one by one
from every shrine of God
turning every temple into a sepulcher
every house of holy man into a shroud!
(Yayati)
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