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Yesterday I was looking at very old documents saved in the folder of my laptop and suddenly could see one folder named “poems.”
The situation then and the situation now
Yesterday I was looking at very old documents saved in the folder of my laptop and suddenly could see one folder named “poems”. Getting deep into the properties, I found I had created that folder in 2007, some 11 years back. It contained a few of my old poems which I had punched-in when I got my personal laptop in 2007.
All those poems were written by me between the year 1995-1999 while I was in school and the initial years of my college and then suddenly stopped writing after getting into my first job. Then in 2007, after getting a laptop, the first thing I did was punched all my poems. While reading them yesterday I smiled at few and laughed at few because they were so naive, rhythmic and still pleasant.
Poems written some 22 years back were like treasure and could see what my mind use to ooze out at the age of 17-19 years. Out of all, there was one poem which was like an eye opener and I was shattered to read that. I am putting that poem below as it is. The words and the sense which comes out depicts a mixture of despondency and optimism and made me contemplate that some 22 years back if I carried such an emotion, then how am I able to still survive with the situations prevailing. The poem is:
The Treasure Land
Once I was asked about my dream land
I was blown to dreams as air blows the sand
Utopia was the state I then entered
The perfection of the society really enthralled
The women were being honored for what they perform
I pity the women, who here, have born
The rights as here are there too equal for males and females
But the application of the rule is different from what here prevails
No need for women there to cry for their rights
No men, there, push her down from the great heights
Nobody there is dying of starvation
The head provides the natives full protection
The nation is not suffering from communalism
Because they possess great wit and wisdom
One power of love and strength is named as God
They all believe in the one and only one lord
The ways & routes to unite people is abstruse
But the united power is applied in good use
The frustrated youth, here, are pushed into terrorism
This has created an endless atmosphere of pessimism.
The Utopians are free from tensions of unemployment
Because the selection there is done based on an individual talent
There people don’t waste their time in squabbles
In fact, they use it in demolishing their troubles
What next, the state is perfectly perfect
The goodness of the state had made it very blessed
I wonder if we can too feel this delight
Because one who had tasted darkness can only enjoy the light
Darkness all around and hoping to have a ray of that happiness
But how, when like questions make me more perplexed
The truth is that life is a cycle of pleasures and displeasure
Serious attempts should be made to move towards that perfect treasure.
I got really uneasy after reading this and felt that the situation has gone worse in these 22 years.
An endless news on the rapes, the situation of farmers in our villages, the situation of today’s youth and their status of unemployment and how they resort to crimes and terrorism, Violence, communalism, Juvenile Delinquency, drug abuse, child abuse etc… I seriously contemplated, what had made me write this poem when I was just 17 years old. The gravity of the social issues has gone 100 times deeper now in-spite of so much development and awareness in our country.
Are the real issues behind the smoke screen created in the name of great development?
Do we really want to clear off this filth from our country?
How worst the situation can go further for our next generation, who, in the name of technology, development and what not as claimed by our politicians, are not getting a real experience of the better version of the era?
I fret when I think about the future and wonder what would be the situation 22 years back when I wrote that poem. I am sure I was hopeful for a better tomorrow and never ever imagined that the situation can be so grave.
I still hope… and this hope gives me a hope for better times in the coming years.
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