UNCLE LAME

No one bothered to know his name,

All we called him was uncle lame;

Hills and valleys he limped alone,

Humming songs from dusk to dawn.

Always in ragged clothes and funny hat,

Hardly he slept and seldom he ate;

Laughed at future and cried for the past,

Worried he was that nothing was to last.

One evening I met him down the yard,

‘ let me sing a song of the future’, he said;

Through a invisible crystal he looked and said,

The future is dark and hard;

what you see around is not what it is,

The world of tomorrow will lack the bliss;

Trying to make life faster,

We in turn make machines our masters;

All because of his reeking gall,

Man shall be the story of his own downfall.

‘To whom shall I turn to help,

When everyone busy killing oneself;

All I can do is sing a song,

When everyone else is doing the wrong’.

Aren’t they such foolish beings?

To miss very obvious things…

But don’t u worry my lil son,

Not every thing is finished and done;

There is hope for a new dawn,

To avoid the complete destruction of the man.

Time they stopped the dirty game,

Of glory, name and eternal fame;

And

Open the windows of their ugly minds,

Burn them all whom the hatred binds;

Stop all the sarcastic compliments,

Enough of all the smiling betterments.

No more of secret assassinations,

No more of scheming accommodations;

Kill all the painful blessings,

Burn all the hateful dressings’.

Thus he sang our uncle lame

Its time to bow our head in shame

And

Break all the unholy rules and all the stupid controls,

And build a world of loving souls,

Because its neither name nor fame, oh fools,

Finally it is love and love alone that rules’.

Thus he sang and limped away,

Making me wonder what to say?

Thinking about his song,

Couldn’t sleep all night long;

Thought I didn’t fit where I belong,

Playing in my head his song,

Suddenly I realized what had been wrong;

And uncle lame had been right all along.

Next day they found him dead,

All I remember is a line he often said

‘What they call perdition is my eternal salvation’.

Thank you so much uncle lame

For pulling me out of this unhealthy game…………………

Thank you so much uncle lame

For pulling me out of this unhealthy game…………………

Sunil Emjay

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