A Marauder came, crumbling the temples of belief, plundering the souls of a few people. <br />He came and he conquered the peaceful folk of a primeval land. <br />He called them Pagans, Barbarians, miserable folk believers in an obscure religion. <br />He called his faith a glorious revolution set upon this land to cure its miseries. <br />He plundered, he looted, he swindled the wealth, the dignity of the land. <br />He Imposed taxes on non believers believing in his God’s benevolence. <br /> <br /> <br />Who was this plunderer from the sands proclaiming himself as the savior of mankind. <br />What was mankind according to him. What was faith according to him. How did he perceive the vagaries of life. <br />He did not possess the imagination for he was a believer in lust and greed. <br />What did his faith tell him to loot, plunder spread all over on a tide of blood. <br /> <br />What faith is this which chains humans, throttles and slashes toddlers in their crib. <br />A faith which teaches impatience, hatred and bloodlust. <br />A faith which suppresses beauty, kills expression, strangles creativity. <br />It calls others non believers, is it the faith or the man who does it. <br /> <br />A faith which is no faith, yet is present. A belief which gave mankind the message of Karma. <br />A revolution which teaches God to be man and Man to be God. A circle which is round yet not round. <br />A knowledge that no one is pure yet everybody is impure. A belief spurring the progress of mind more than the decadent body. <br /> <br />Why did the marauder blame this faith for the misery. Perhaps he was the son of ignorance. His roots were ignorance, it was misery, it again took the marauder back to his roots. <br />Roots which always wallowed in savagery, roots of philistine thinking and closed eyes. <br />Roots which still can’t look a woman in the eye.<br /><br />shwet awasthi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-marauder-came/
