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Sajjad Ahmad,
Sitting alone, on this abyss…
I feel frightened by my failure to feel the feeling that I feel,
How shall you know, about the feeling– that I feel?
I suddenly feel lonelier than that— ruined Bower upon a hill,
enveloped with smog and coal— and the men; the Satan’s breed–
pregnant with the deadly stuff in their pockets and the reed
— all around, turning the logs, and wrestling the beams in order to collect their yield
and the distant sounds of crying, yelling & roaring that I was hardly able to heed…
And i just feel myself lonelier than that solitary — wild flower,
found on the sharpest peaks of Himalaya, which welcomes every newcomer, but then!
plucked and smashed for the foolish, human need…
And many a times I feel abruptly lonelier like those forgotten castles of ruthless kings,
the reflections of which in the water like Cyclopes, the slouching beasts…
and behind it—at stone’s throw , a poor boy’s home lies , damaged, down- at- the- heels,
whose walls begging, reassemble us for man’s basic need. need”.
here again I feel damned, n desolated, like Faustus, like Solomon Cane–
eavesdropping Malivia— the blasphemer’s creed, inaudibly humming, there is no religion but greed…
Perchance, I fell aloof like that gypsy girl, , herding her voiceless flock alone–
in whose ear the devil whispered, there are no laws for beastly needs,”
Incorrigibly I feel pain like that teenager, brooding over the unrequited love, as if a large deepest wound bleeds–
on the bank of Jhelum, consistently gazing the riples – now on louts now on weeds…
Research Scholar
MANUU Lucknow Campus.
