nisha g
[Man
claims, "There is God". Again the athiests protest, "No such
God". Even if God exists or not, or this topic is far beyond our talks;
still man plays many cruel games in the name of God and sacred places of
worship. Here is a poor elephant cry. Who finally becomes a martyr in the,
hands of these fanatics ...] '
My swinging ears hear,
Temple bells melody ring;
An
inner grace helps me,
Bear these festival drums.
Ah! A single step ahead,
No I cannot now make;
Black iron chains do challenge,
A sore on my heavy foot.
Memories of forests swim;
In full coolness towards me,
All in a sudden haze,
Hides me and my brain.
In
Green's plenty a day-
I did rally my friends
On a dawn few drones;
hizzed silly stories in ears.
In the dust on hot noons,
Madly
when I sprawled-
Rains came dancing down.
Rattled on my black bark.
But
that two legged fiends;
Set into tempest our calm days.
A
day they came to trap us,
To take to your service, God!
Bathe
me up, gave food heaps,
Ornamented me, I a king?
Never
could I love these all,
But the green's ripe August fruits,
Festivals came it's hue and fun,
Lord your idol sat on my back;
Days
I had to stand before you
your worshippers never let me rest.
In your sacred name O' Lord,
I walked many many miles…
Canes
cut my coarse black skin;
you heard it not, Lord?
Here
men have in chains locked you,
your locks stronger than mine;
Under
religion’s red banner
Strongly shout as they like.
A
while, if a while you get,
Just come out of temples, see-
See
your million pious;
Devotees chant your name.
They
bow at your feet,
Pooh! What a true devotion!
A
'hundred Judases' offer you flowers
My little eyes then softly tear.
Ah!
Pain! hundred red flowers
They sprout out my poor foot;
Harriers harass my strength,
And all that in your name.
Ravens!
Black Ravens! everywhere. . .
Around my watery eyes do fly
In a raving fit my voice cry;
