Proof Of The Sun, Is The Sun Itself Poem by Suraj Motiwala

Herein a tale is told, if God wills, one of the radical mystery to thee will unfold.
The mystery will make manifest the veil, and through every dubiety, your faith will prevail!

There were once three men before the resplendent Sun,
The blind, short-sighted, and the clear-sighted one.

On hearing the import of the splendid Sun, it’s very entity was disdainfully denied by the blind one, more the wonders of its radiance were told, increasingly, to his own beliefs would he stolidly hold.
Thus rejecting its ways he wandered, was lost, and perished in the very darkness he cherished!

The short-sighted man did see some light, but to him, neither the lamp nor the Sun wins the fight. The Sun rose and so did It set, but the sun of his vain imagining was always around, days passed and he gave no heed to the Sun, for now he lived in wilderness with a few lamps of his own. He made his paths, without bounds traversed, his impulse decided between the right and the wrong, for him the crow at sight appeared to be singing the Nightingale’s Song!

Deportments of these two saddened the discerning one, for he knew neither their ungratefulness nor their sightlessness can diminish the glory of the Sun. To him the light was separated from darkness, the flower from the weed, the crystal water from the muddied stream, the right from the wrong, the croaking from the Song.

All the three were no doubt, unconditionally sustained, but the blind ate the rock, the short-sighted had some bark and leaves, while the perceptive young man set up for himself a table fit for the kings and the queens!

‘How can you see something, if you are convinced of its non-existence? Let me guide you’ said the observant one.

Came a reply from the two, ‘Ah! Enough! We have already banished, persecuted, and crucified many like you! ’


By Suraj Motiwala