Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Few were fortunate – they were deaf and blind
The ardent laws of life drive my mortal self,
The roads of existence that I so faithfully tread,
As if hypnotized by love’s very first kiss,
I just move on – sans a question, sans a thought.
I do that because I was directed thus,
Faith blindfolded, I was said is the gate to piety,
That’s our culture our mores I had heard them say,
What lay before me was all I could and would ever see ,
With the jailed imagination of a reclaimed mind.
But few were fortunate – they were deaf and blind.
Deaf to what the 'solemn' preaching preached,
Blind to the obvious and yet the oblivious they had seen,
Some different light they claimed was their guide,
Some lighthouse far away - to be seen by the chosen ships.
And because the rest of the mortals shall forever march,
And because the rest were cast to the destined track,
To stride the defined steps until that one final command.