A little life thrived in the bounds of freedom,
Free from bareness of soul,
Its falsifications and deceptions,
And sullenness of relations.
Having flown down like a bird from distant lands
To nuzzle in the fictitious world
As his own architectural marvel,
With discord and distress in the midst,
Quite like an amaranthine banyan tree:
Firm. Sober. Full of enormity and gravity,
Absorbed with the community of spirit.
And asking but none among them,
Where one intends to end up?
With awareness of its onus
And its deliverance,
Congealed as it became
In the hands of time,
Filled with infinity of life forms,
Like drunkenness in some other tavern,
Seeking to find foothold
For those seeking salvation
From their material quests.
For his soul was from elsewhere.
He told me in my musings – all day and nights,
In sheer delight – sober and confident!
G. Javaid Rasool lives in a small town near Lucknow. Most part of his life has wasted doing almost nothing, except earning livelihood from documentation and writing works with organizations like UNICEF, Care India, DFID, Aga Khan Foundation etc. His writings have been published in Social Scientist, Link, Times of India, Jansatta and Indian Express, besides, the websites of the ’Varsity of Columbia and WCAR (World Conference against Racism, Racial Discrimination, Xenophobia & Related Intolerance).
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