The Song

“O bard! Sing of a collective song

We have nothing to do with the moaning for your beloved” (Faiz Ahmed Faiz)

Quite a few songs we are left with and even they are so personal, subjective and highly individual.

The song of superiority and righteousness have replaced the tenderness,

That we feel when we bow before our beloved

Or when one commits the sin

And raises the bastard child

That the mother has put on the doorway.

The righteousness relieves us of the guilt

Which so abounds in us

Have we ever stayed for a while

And thought of the very guilt that tortures us?

So sing of the guilt that we unconsciously feel

Sing of those sins which very few among us would knowingly commit.