a fine poem by a person called sudarshan fakir
in the daily mundane routines of our life sooner or later there comes a point where i say to myself AM I EVEN ALIVE?the same getting up in the morning,the same obligations to everyone,the same process of processing my thoughts,the same sorrows, the same guilts,the same happiness,the same sleep....the list goes on.
NO I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT BEING DEPRESSED HERE.im talking about repetition.this repitition has led to such a change in his life that there are no UPCOMINGS in his life.the surface of his prsonality has become FROSTED with a layer beneath which lies a pulsating demon packed with energy and bubbling with life.
the poet very emphatically concludes with "oh im resting myself and maybe im dreaming but the world shouldnt mistake me for a cold dead piece of meat. I WILL BE BACK WITH A BANG!"
kisi ranjish ko hawa do ki main zinda hun abhi (ranjish=enmity)
mujhko ahsaas dila do ki main zinda hun abhi (ahsaas=feel)
mere rukne se meri saans bhi ruk jaayegi
faasle aur badha do ki main zinda hun abhi
zehar peene ki to aadat thi zamaane walon
ab koi aur dava do ki main zinda hun abhi
chalti raahon me yunhi aankh lagi hai faakir
bheed logon ki hata do ki main zinda hun abhi
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