The moment I was searching for a nice theme to start my first blog; i dont remember what i was thinking, but among the distant memories; some crumpled and some fresh, I was able to come in touch with the immediate picture of the muffled cry of a tiny little girl in her uniform, her face napkins crumbling under the pressure of her clutch, her eyes barely the color they ought to be, wiping her loneliness off in the company of that unwelcoming and mocking crowd of her new kindergarten class. Yes! though my old experience was for good buried in the depth of my mind, I never fully understood the reason for it to resurface again....and exactly at the moment I was wondering for a nice theme....well, then here i build up on it....
all through history, there has been a number of poets who have spilled their thoughts on unheard cries and i clearly have no intention of extending that good old list of theirs, but there's just a small thought i would like to add. when we think of the lives which are deserted, the immediate images that pour out of our brain are those of a good person deserted by his friend for some lame social or psychological excuse, that of a lover left alone or those of the untouchables struggling under the cold stare and hot stamp of their superiors....but clearly as we have heard those cries for long, they are no longer unheard, are they?
lost and unheard cries...i can scan for that picture of a mother elephant in the middle of the lush cover looking around and waiting for its baby with its share of their noon feast, unknowing of the arrow that has recently pierced the little one's bosom n slowly piercing each and every one of its tissues, muscles, blood vessels and ultimately freezing its blood...the blood of its mother...i can further scan for the picture perfectly bringing to life the tears along the corner of the mother bird's eyes and its violent cry lost in the force of gust on the sight of the empty nest, only occupied by the worms it had freshly brought, but lacking the charming beaks that ought to have been filled with it...my mind also extends to a number of other places with lots of differences, but at the same time with lots of similarities too...the most common being the footmark of the most dangerous and elusive animal on earth!!!
but what man really fails to hear and realize is the most important of all these, the cry of his own soul about the peril thats fast approaching with its jaw wide open, ready to gulp down the whole of his community in a chain reaction, the first step of which was successively inaugrated by man himself!!! Though many have tried to hear this cry in faint whispers, we have lost in this feat...unable to tune our ears to the lost and unheard cry of our very own soul right from the past and into the future too.....
all through history, there has been a number of poets who have spilled their thoughts on unheard cries and i clearly have no intention of extending that good old list of theirs, but there's just a small thought i would like to add. when we think of the lives which are deserted, the immediate images that pour out of our brain are those of a good person deserted by his friend for some lame social or psychological excuse, that of a lover left alone or those of the untouchables struggling under the cold stare and hot stamp of their superiors....but clearly as we have heard those cries for long, they are no longer unheard, are they?
lost and unheard cries...i can scan for that picture of a mother elephant in the middle of the lush cover looking around and waiting for its baby with its share of their noon feast, unknowing of the arrow that has recently pierced the little one's bosom n slowly piercing each and every one of its tissues, muscles, blood vessels and ultimately freezing its blood...the blood of its mother...i can further scan for the picture perfectly bringing to life the tears along the corner of the mother bird's eyes and its violent cry lost in the force of gust on the sight of the empty nest, only occupied by the worms it had freshly brought, but lacking the charming beaks that ought to have been filled with it...my mind also extends to a number of other places with lots of differences, but at the same time with lots of similarities too...the most common being the footmark of the most dangerous and elusive animal on earth!!!
but what man really fails to hear and realize is the most important of all these, the cry of his own soul about the peril thats fast approaching with its jaw wide open, ready to gulp down the whole of his community in a chain reaction, the first step of which was successively inaugrated by man himself!!! Though many have tried to hear this cry in faint whispers, we have lost in this feat...unable to tune our ears to the lost and unheard cry of our very own soul right from the past and into the future too.....
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