Still I Belong To History
You won’t get my name
In the scrolls of history
yet I belong to history
I am witness to the broken hopes
Shattered desires
Treachery and exploitation of
The human being
I have suffered in silence
I am suffering in silence
I would suffer in silence
Suffering is my destiny
I have suffered all those moments
And have died
Asphyxiated
Slowly…
When the last ice age engulfed the whole world
I was giving the last homage to my dead father
Spreading petals on his corpse
My father suffering from gout
His hands were broken from his childhood days
I was not a Neanderthal
Annihilated by the homo erectus
Simply sufferer of alienation
misfit
In a society of warriors
I was a stone carrier
Ill-paid, hungry, thirsty and weak
Still carrying giant stones on my shoulders
To construct pyramids
To make Pharaoh immortal
To stitch him in the sheets of history…
When the compassionate Joshua –Jesus Christ was being nailed on the cross
I was boiling with anger
But couldn’t do anything
No one came with me
Among thousands gathered
Numb
Impotent
When Nero was castrating
the handsome Sporus
after making him a bride
and taking out his eyes
lovely eyes
I stepped alone
to fight the debauch
His sentries caught me
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poem by Pankaj Prasoon
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