to the freedom of life......
To the free life let us gift our souls....
To the jungle let us flee, from where we all began....
To the jungle where all blend-- Heaven, Earth and
Hell, to give what we call Nature....
Before the Death Knell rings and we get our call,
Before we give away our place to others waiting to overtake,
Let us be free--without any questions being asked,
and answers to be given, without any reason whatsoever.
The Sun doesn't give any reason for blasting the moonlit night,
The cloud doesn't seek permission before blanketing the sun.
The source of Life is the freedom of the ultimate Will.
The seven colors does not limit the Canvas of Nature,
The seven suras doesn't limit the melody of life.
I had written this poem ( if I'm permitted to call it so) in blank verse in a frenzy, one night during the Durga Pujas of 2005. It was around 3'o clock in the morning and I was stuck in my room. While I watched people (pandal hoppers) throng the streets, who were enjoying the festive season head-on, I thought about FREEDOM.
The above picture depicts a man enlightened, running ahead like a burning torch, trying to dispel fear and unfounded ignominy. I had painted it probably in the year 2004.
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