Dedicated to Ruth
Though I have only sowed the seeds of dream,
I end up reaping nightmares all the time!
Perhaps cruel Fate has ordained my life so
but it has also willed me to become
soft as water, so I can only rise
when one tries to push me down a rabbit hole!
Is it a curse or a blessing in disguise?
My honest answer is, I do not know!
I have sought the answer from the mountains
of the world, some a silent witness to
rise and falls, stretching across millennia
while some, the very birth of humankind
and their exodus from the motherland
but they remained as silent as they were!
So I hurled the question to the oceans,
that are more ancient than the mountain peaks,
so they might have said something in response
but their words were drowned in the cleaving groans!
Once the earth has failed thus to answer me,
I shifted my focus to the heaven’s eyes,
all those twinkling diamond specks that you see
across the vast, cloudless hood of the night!
One of them, almost as old as the universe,
took pity and said this, in soft, audible whispers,
“O brave soul, your efforts deserve a loud applause
but you’ll know the truth only if you can find the First Cause!”