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My life
Is a ‘ fatal accident’…
An unintended incident

Clock starts ticking
As my heart starts beating
Like countdown before a satellite
Exploding into the sky straight

I become an identity
A family’s entity
Assume a name, a caste, a sanctity
A religion, a member of a community

I start becoming greedy
Sucking milk from a dead mother’s body
Mired in personal ambitions
And socio- cultural clashes
With the chanting of time
‘ grow old with me’
Till the last chime
Last rituals of rhyme

When I mingle with nature
The air, the earth, the water
I have no name, no fame
No communal clashes, no shame

The ultimate Union with eternity
A perpetual serenity ..!
Alas! I could not attain when alive
Then goal of universal humanity …!

Notes

‘ fatal accident’ from Rohith vemula letter published 19 / 1/ 2016 ( Indian Express)

Grow old with me — final song written by John Lennon ….also from Robert Browning poem ‘ Rabbi Ben Ezra’

Hungry baby sucks milk from his dead mother near a railway track in UP, India ( village Damoh)

Sheshu Babu is a writer from any where and everywhere and who wants to foster the whole humanity

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  • Sally Dugman

    Yes, Sheshu, it is so much easier to not be given an identity based on false or, in the least, superficial information derived from caste, gender status, religious group to which one belongs, skin color, ethnic and cultural background, socio-economic status in a society, background wealth, the group with which one hangs and so on. Despite that we all get labeled, we have to, as you imply, rise above these identity markers and become bigger than them. Thank you for reminding of this being so! I appreciate it as, I’m sure, do other people, including children, who are undercut or bullied for any reason.

  • Farooque Chowdhury

    The ultimate Union with eternity
    A perpetual serenity ..!
    Alas! I could not attain when alive
    Then goal of universal humanity …!

    Thanks, SB, for your love.