The Forgotten Way
Four Pandav brothers were dead
Drinking water from an accursed mountain lake
Ignoring a mystic’s warning to be first put to test
A series of questions on life and man’s eternal quest
The fifth and eldest though weary and thirsty
Ever humble and truthful, this first born of Queen Kunti
Answers to the sage were profound and appeasing
Gratified, the mystic resurrected his kin
Yudhistir, the righteous, who defined madness as a lost way
A lost way of life belonging to a forgotten age
Rarely are humans satisfied with less than can be had
Considered abnormal behaviour and often deemed mad
Very few have learnt long before
The essence of life resides within one’s core
Content with a pebble or a blade of grass
Finding in them the truth of the universe
Their thoughts belong to another plane
Their madness is but a mental game
Their logic may appear irrational and *****
But their solutions are simple, without prejudice and fear
Blind to the wisdom nestling deep within their brain
We hurt them; we taunt them and brand them insane
They don’t belong, neither do they own
Children of a seed which long back had been sown
All trace of the race, apparently extinct
Chances of a comeback fairly indistinct
Slave, that man is to material life
Incapable of learning that surfeit too ends in strife
Copyright © Sumit Majumdar | Year Posted 2012
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