Sacrificial eyes
Friday,25th October 2019
The goat's eyes simply stared
and dared
not through words
but through helplessness reminded me of the presence of Lord
the legs were tied
it was the real-time that approached near
I sharpened my long knife
and rushed to take his life
have I done anything wrong?
as if the goat's cry was heard in death song,
what is there to rejoice?
when you prefer my sacrifice!
You shall have to sacrifice
your dearest one
if at all that vow is to be kept
but for all these years you have done nothing and only slept
the knife was losing its hold
as if some universal truth was told
by an animal who had no language
but simple cry through eyes to manage
it was an eye-opener
it was to happen now or later
why do we sacrifice in a symbolic way?
and not follow the divine spirit in any way
Hasmukh Mehta
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