DR KUL BUSHAN RAZDAN
If we really open our eyes and see, / We will behold our image in all images, / And, indeed, if we open our ears and listen, / We can hear our own voice in all voices. / So, opined a great philosopher and mystic ! / Yes, indeed , God makes each one of us, / As an Existential Image, a True Copy of other Humans. / Yet, we, infected and incited by Lustus, / Break each other’s bones, kll, murder with impunity. / Why, so ? Why is the, Cain- Cult gaining ascendancy ? / Proving to be a force to reckon with ? Why ? / Day in and Day-out, we read in Dailies
Accounts of murders, rapes, kidnappings galore. / Why have humans forgotten the Divine Spark, The uncontrovertible Essence of every human being : / Every Human Individual is a Replica of çç
of some other one : / An Image, a Voice, Voices and Images, that co-mingle, / And this commingling , this Fusion, / Evolves the Great Transcendental Truth: “What I assume, you shall assume, / For every atom belonging to me, / belongs to you as well ! ” So sang the great American poet, Walt Whitman, / A he sought to forge in his monumental work, “The Leaves of Grass”, a Composite Image and the Voice, / That embrace entire Mankind on our globe ! / As a Single Mass of Humans, Adams and Eves , free from the poisonous fangs of Lustus , the Successor of Satan, / Floating a Single Image of my God’s Creation, / Of Gods Benevolence, His Mercy and His Love ! / He knows everything , He sees everything, keeps His Judgment in Abeyance
And at the fixed time, moment, hour, / Comes His Execution of Judgemental Punishment, in an Inexplicable and Mysterious Manner ! /O ye stupid frivolous humans, refrain from becoming Skunks, Braggadocios, Procourantes, and Janus- Faced Humans ! / Keep away from exhibiting such ” Images, such Voices” that besmirch, pollute, and denigrate the very status, essence, and diligence, of Mankind, / Otherwise, if not care and caution be the key words of Mankind’s contribution, / Then, the day may not be far off, when the Ape’s Essence will recur as Beelzebub’s Munificence ! “
A lady with an arresting beauty, / Had a song in her heart, / Dance at her feet , / A winsome smile on her lips, / A Starry Twinkle in her eyes, / Infallible faith in her Soul, / And, a lotus in her hair ! / All who knew her, loved her, / Yet, she kept herself aloof, from the throng, / When, on a lovely morning, / An angel appeared before her, / Spoke to her about God’s will, that she will have a dream, / A dream of Munificence, Magnificence, sans any Malevolence, / And with this Dream, the angels will take her back to the Terrains of the Infinite, and the Valleys of God’s Blessings and Infinite Benevolence ….