A poem meditating on suffering, social injustice, and spiritual renewal. Through a series of voices — a sparrow, a rabbit, a pigeon, a rape victim, a starving nation — the poem catalogues the wounds of the world before arriving at the crow’s singular lesson: that concord alone can save humanity from impending doom, and that Nirvana — inner peace, ecstasy, and healing — awaits those who choose unity over division.
Poem
A sparrow in the bush chirped, why my nest trampled. A rabbit in the den wailed who dug out the furrows A pigeon on the terrace cooed why these skyscrapers. A rape victim whimpered in kerala, why some smother a child. A nation of 74 millions sobbed why religion smother us? A teardrop in the black eyes fell by white hands, A poor clothed in shabby rags by rich in glittering robes Oh! God! Where are the saints, miracles and prophets? Moving around, I just can’t see and sit silent any more My turbulent heart stopped roaring, wrapped by a light The pain subsided, knowing blood is red for all The crow lesson, concord lone saves impending doom. Nirvana is within, path to ecstasy, heal for all howls! Let us all gallop into the galaxy of light.