if there..
please ask
o sati
if you
had
to die
for truth..
why could
you not
die
while
living
..?
in death
you left
truth
behind..
why could
you
not
carry
while
living
..?
..
..
..
..says
kabir..
the kavi..
ears hear
the voice
utter..
says..
eklavya..
the child
of a
tribal..
chief..
tribal..
chief…
tribal chief..
says..
i
the child..
of
a tribal
chief..
to me..
the child
of
a
tribal
chief..
voice ends..
the continuous
utterance..
form tries
to run..
somewhere..
anywhere..
but
everywhere
feet go..
dear voice
follows..
the voice..
that knows..
what eye
does not..
poor eye
that wonders..
what is wrong
with
dear voice..
feet..
are dragging
for some
strange
reason..
the weight..
of what..
God
only knows..
all hand holds
is one
dear fruit..
all heart
holds..
is
one
dear gift..
hand tucks
the fruit
safely in..
the soiled pockets..
the weight
increases
with every
step…
everything
is moving..
turning
round and
round..
feet
are still..
yet..
my world
is turning
upside
down..
..
..
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