By G Venkatesh
KNOW THE ‘WHY’; FORGET THE REST The ‘When’ and the ‘How’ Stimulate his mind Towards half-baked theories On the origin of mankind. He talks of Crunches and Bangs, Of black holes and dark matter, Of infinite space and infinite time, Endless prattle, idle chatter. The gift of reasoning, The power of thought Which arrogant man Has from somewhere got, Is used by him More often today To explain the existence Of its Giver away, Quite as X Would use Y’s pen To pull him down In the eyes of men. The gift is taken for granted The ‘Why’ never interests man, As that probing would be exacting, He would rather be Darwin’s fan. Charlie boy, rise from your grave And help the world to see wrong from right. Would you rate a selfless do-gooder, On par with a selfish and cunning sprite? Hollow rhetoric, mere verbose Reams and tapes for no reason Except to pander to the basest of senses And proclaim aloud the hegemony of Mammon. Clamour and clutter, Confusion and chaos, A melange of unrest, Erosion of ethos. Will there be a Third Coming Of Jesus the Christ? Or a rebirth of Lord Vishnu As man disguised? For did not they say That they would come again, Whenever they would see Their precepts in vain, To tell all men around That the mind is to be employed To seek and understand The pure Self, unalloyed? Turn inward, a little will do, The Lord is there at close quarters, Give up your quest for the When and the How Know the Why, obey His orders. Shafts dug deep into diamond mines, Spaceships launched far off into Space Distract man and lure him away From the near-at-hand divine grace, Which serves to Know and not just know Enables to Be, and not just be And while Being, serve to launch A veritable deluge of spirituality, For black and white and brown and yellow Rich and poor and fast and slow To give and take, accept and offer For eyes to well up at another’s woe. Sink your shafts and get out the gold To feed and clothe the millions Languishing in gut-wrenching misery Else worthless are your bullions. The ‘Why’ of muscle and the ‘Por que’ of the brain Not to be one-up on the less-endowed. It is rather an unspoken divine command Do His bidding – silently, untold
G Venkatesh is a Chennai-born, Mumbai-bred ‘global citizen’ who currently serves as Associate Professor at Karlstad University in Sweden. He has published 4 volumes of poetry and 4 e-textbooks, inter alia.
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