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[title] => Still I belong to history
[time] => 2012-01-03 23:16:38
[hometext] => exploitation Jesus Gandhi
[bodytext] => You won’t get my name In the scrolls of history Still I belong to history I am witness to the broken hopes Shattered desires Treachery and exploitation of The human being I have suffered in silence I am suffering in silence I would suffer in silence Suffering is my destiny I have suffered all those moments And have died Asphyxiated Slowly… … When the last ice age engulfed the whole world I was giving the last homage to my dead father Spreading petals on his corpse My father suffering from gout His hands were broken from his childhood days I was not a Neanderthal Annihilated by the homo erectus Simply sufferer of alienation misfit In a society of warriors … I was a stone carrier Ill-paid, hungry, thirsty and weak Still carrying giant stones on my shoulders To construct pyramids To make Pharaoh immortal To stitch him in the sheets of history… … When the compassionate Joshua –Jesus Christ was being nailed on the cross I was boiling with anger But couldn’t do anything No one came with me Among thousands gathered Numb Impotent … When Nero was castrating the handsome Sporus after making him a bride and taking out his eyes lovely eyes I stepped alone to fight the debauch His sentries caught me And killed me … When they were beating, throwing stones on Mahveer I had fallen on the stony road Sobbing and weeping … When the prophet Hazrat Muhammad Gave the message of Islam- Peace and proclaimed-al hamdu Lillah Praise to God Thank God! I joined his small group of The downtrodden and poor The ferocious animists pounced upon them Attacked Pelted stones I too was wounded And killed … When the libraries of Alexandria and Nalanda were burnt And the books were burned to boil the water of Hammams (Public bathhouse) my blood boiled I wanted to shout- Don’t bury the books Save them They contain knowledge of our big brains But fear made me numb and dumb… … I am a mute spectator of A coward and decadent society Where came Buddha, Mahaveer, Jesus, Marx And Gandhi The layers of exploitation Went on affixing day after day… I am a hidden Left out hero of the journey through graveyard Centuries after centuries So I am a man of history Though my name has not been mentioned in history Still I belong to history [comments] => 1 [counter] => 74 [topic] => 41 [informant] => PankajPrasoon [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => political )
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