Lights of unknown desire,
Making me blind-
I was a very ordinary man,
Before I drank the river of Lethe;
I drank whole of it,
Drop by drop;
It penetrated my veins,
Like an injection of Heroin,
Still I could see lucid dreams,
Each day and each night…
What should be done?
Who will bell the cat?
Who will find the way for Odysseus?
There is no Adam left,
In the colonized streets of Gotham City…
Stories of Abraham and Joseph are lost,
In the mist of adulterous time…
Where are the Khidher and Moses of this era?
Where are Ram, Buddha, Jesus and Muhammad?
Who will be the Messiah?
In this plagued global village…
May 20,2008
Relavent questions in the contemporary world. I may be incorrect too. People might have made same questions during all times for some Savior to save them from evil. An honest question from an honest person of wisdom......10
Where have all the heroes gone? I must become one or all is lost.A ten
a thoughtful thought provoking write...cats are too many in number now, Kamran...let us pray and hope for hearing the bells in mass around their necks...this will happen soon 10
well in the backdropp of present case scenario in our country and on the personal note as well, the poem expresses utter inability and frustration of every thinker and every sensitive person. some times a little more expression is required and at times just a few words suffice and u have written everything very beautifully and methodically.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some questions are unanswerable, but there is no harm in asking. Very thought provoking. Ten from me. Warm regards, Sandra