“We all fight two battles,
one outside and one inside,”
I have heard Vidura saying this,
many times in The Mahabharata.
I sensed that battle Grandma,
whose ground is your mind.
Does the same argumentative process,
take its place in others’ psyche as well?
Eyes full of tears,
dry patches of it on the pillow
covers,
and on your cheeks enough,
proving evidently your struggle
with inner conflicts,
that you keep it with you
alone.
Why Grandma?
Why do you shed your tears and not
speak?
Is it fear of someone,
that stops you not to raise your
voice or,
the created structures,
whose artificial shackles,
you don’t know how to break?
Why Grandma?
Why do you shed your tears and not
speak?
Intricacies are unheard and
untraceable,
continue to go on internally.
We see and listen to what appears on outside,
assuming it, the only ultimate
reality,
which is not many times.
Aren’t we able enough
to see those dilemmas with our
eyes?
Can’t we sense them with our
hearts?
Have humans of our times
become so weak to figure them out?
Sorry Grandma!
We are less HUMAN now,
failed to recognize your pain.
Stop shedding your tears,
and speak to the “DEAF US.”
________________________
06-07-2024
Rahul Khandelwal
Note: This literary piece is dedicated to those persons and to the ones, including my grandma, who sometimes doesn't speak for multiple reasons, and the silence chosen by such people has its subsequent consequences which many times we ignore and can't see. This is the context.
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