Psyche Poem by Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

(To the tormented minds
Of Philosophers, Thinkers, Dreamers, Poets and Lovers…)


Once I was in prostration
And in the trance of mild-insanity
I called your name
And humbly asked God
What is this my Lord?
He smiled with His eyes
And narrated a beautiful story…


Part One

It was the mind of Human
Which I thought should be made of Clay
But clay denied Me
As she said
“I am just clay,
And mind needs more than that”
I forgave that refusal as her denial was logical

Then I asked Fire
She said
“I am not that hot”
And asked for forgiveness
I bestowed My mercy upon her too

Than Water passed by Me
Humbly and silently
I asked him too
He apologized
And hardly uttered these words
“I can’t be that tranquil my Lord”
I kissed him and let him go

Then I thought of Air
Breezing from west to east
It bowed her head
And kissed My feet
And meekly wrote on my soles
“I can’t blow like that”

So I thought for a second
Why Clay, Fire, Water and Air
Can’t make the mind of an ordinary man
Then
After deep analysis and thinking
I decided
To sever a little part of my own-self
And make it the mind of a Human…


Part Two

I gave human mind
My own-self
Oh
Look
What he did to Me…?

I was in his mind all the time
Still
He kept on lying, stealing, denying
And waging wars
On the other souls of his own specie
On the minds of his own brotherhood
Knowing
That his brother has the mind made of
Same Me…

Rare have been the souls
Who kept Me in shape
All the time
Burning, flowing and breezing
In their minds
And only because of those souls
I kept Humanity
Still alive
On this planet Earth…