An intense poem by Kabir, in Different Truths.
Can you slip off your tongue from the needles
That have stitched your respect?
I believe that everyone will say, ‘No’
With a confidence which is a false flesh
The structure of our life is made of it
One day someone comes and pierces it
With definite pleasure of attaining the flesh
Bits by bits by bits, everything has succumbed
Like a black hole in the blur universe
The mirrors turned providing the opaque back
But their joy is in breaking the mirror
They seldom care about the parts which fall down
Which can open up the wounds of life
The vultures have their eye on our respect
And we receive the gaze like an obeying death
Our instinct never says any other word
Because our humongous mind is shrinking
Day by day as we visit them, they follow their desires
And we keep ourselves busy in quenching their desires
Now I see why the universe is blur to us
Because we see the universe in them
And she laughs at our poor sight
We believe that the universe was created
While she knows that she was the room where creation breathes
They say that God is the culmination
From up above universe sees the hegemony
That he has created keeping God in the front seat
Riots to make us believe that religion is the driving force
And we just enjoy the riot by beheading our soul
Repetition of the same story over and over
But we are taught of being original
What’s originality, if our own origin lives and dies with them?
Miscellaneous voices teach us to be united
But they have their disciples who believe in division
One day the world will stop breathing
We will feel her exhalation and it won’t be a pleasure.
©Kabir Deb
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