by Biswadeep Ghosh Hazra
Yeah I found my paradise, my place of eternal peace;
My true identity and my true inner bliss…
Of heaven and hell there is no place so enchanting,
Full of magic…yeah I found my paradise;
Yet I’m disturbed sometimes; lightning through my body I feel,
It is as if I’m tied with a thousand electric eels;
The pain seems to come from a million miles…
My body is carried down through hallowed corridors…
What are those? A hundred hands reach out for me,
As if their god is being taken away?
People standing here and there with guns,
Where am I? I’m tied to my bed…
A million questions in my head,
This isn’t the paradise I dreamt of? Now I’ve had my daily dose of pain;
I reach out for my food yet why can’t I take it?
Why am I tied? My body gives away,
I cry…but who will listen to me?
The moonlit room brings out a contrast,
I close my eyes…and think of Akbar’s quote,
If on earth there is paradise,
It is this, it is this, it is this…
