Not Death, It’s Faith In Life - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Ask him who hath died still alive,
How often Death must strive,
Looking nigh somewhat naïve,
How long He should try to arrive.
Ask those for long alive,
Eternal as lives Death
Betwixt the birth and death,
Life living breath to breath,
Ask how oft he should strive.
My task it is spring-like to renew,
Recharge tired batteries anew,
While journey goes on searching, seeking rife.
Though there’s no end past every life,
I do when come to call,
Life gets the same prison, same strife,
I change no more than wall;
O cross river of no return,
Let all walls fall, freedom to earn.
And while I try, life goes on as aught,
Triumphing o’er me to shine,
Not Death, the winner’s Faith!
So, while rocks turn to sands, and sands to naught,
The wheel of Time1 as turns, things wrought,
Man tries— as I with pen of mine,
Nary a care of next breath,
Nor of liberating death,
O thinking just of next line!
1. In Sanskrit the word k@la denotes both time and death.
Here, Time and Death both mean the same.
Not death, nor breath (life) , what triumphs is faith: a
serious thought, but the piece has a tongue-in-cheek end.
- Musings | 01.08.14 |
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