In The Ocean of People
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Up a hill a stream to low lands finds its way down
through the rocks, cliffs, rough land runs down!
Nectar of earth runs down! Dark clouds pour down!
Accumulated knowledge acquired from the banks
of knowledge wants to go up, builds vaults more,
acquires more by refining, by splitting hair,
fragments wholesome life; very little trickles down.
Some water goes up by capillary attraction
in a congenial body, some evaporates to cool,
a lot percolates in lower strata in soil, in a pool,
runs down to rivers, to ocean to sustain life all.
In Tsunami it lashes ashore and cleanses land,
in cosy igloo gives loving warmth and shelter.
Knowledge has to go down to the ignorant;
and the educated who move in their grooves
of expertise ignorant of vital other areas
of their personal and the collective living.
Floods, earthquakes, Tsunami shatter lives,
Yet leave behind vital lessons: To be reborn.
The meek build from the debris. Why harp on
the limitations rather than take charge of self,
when the nature in abundance is there to help?
Leave all the external aids that corrupt.
Or the silent multitude hit back in Tsunami.
There’s a scramble among the learned to go up,
up the economic ladder, keep their knowledge
mummified in the safe custody of the specialist.
Who’s that, who memorizes scriptures by-heart,
has ever received salvation, a liberated soul?
At any point of time – place is a starting point.
When it rains we rarely ‘look’ at it and feel:
It needs some animal sense, vegetable instinct
in the unified holistic life, and some honesty.
Remigius de Souza
Mumbai (23-02-2005)
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