In this deep mysterious midnight
What’s this sound of opening the door bolt?
Who’s opened the doors now
Of these inner chambers?
Who’s this chasismatic figure of compassion
Going out drawing the curtain aside?
Why doesn’t the full moon of radiating beauty
Lose its color today?
Did he betray
The pure friendship of his sweetheart
Who used to sleep on his bosom?
Or- Why is his face lusterless?
Are they attempts to tear asunder
The eternal bonds of love
Who trusted and gave her all-
Why are his legs faltering at the threshold?
Rolling at the end of eyes
Pearly smiles of baby on the bed
Lost in sleep deep
And smiling in lands fantastic?
Why this hesitation?
Unable to leave house
or friendship of his spouse
Or affection firm for baby?
Why doesn’t he rearrange
The scarf following him on the floor?
Is it due to his inability
To snap the bond of his love’s hand?
Stands still on seeing a thousand
Imaginary reflections of his love
Who embraced his feet at every step
With hands stretched and eyes teary.
Fall the feet of the lord
Forward and backward on stairs
Like the couple of royal swans
Swimming against the currents.
Would descending these palaces
Lead to ascending high places?
Would giving up forest expeditions
Lead to create new explorations?
Have the eyes meant for merry dances of damsels
Seen the dance of truth?
Have the ears tuned to sounds of anklets of tender feet
Listened to the voice inner?
Has the flickering lamp in a hut
sent a message from the wretched?
Disillusioned about palaces gold
Treaded the path of huts ruined?
Stifling the heart irrepressible
Going away the lord from the world mundane
What does the “great exit” mean?
Without wealth, wife and baby?
Merging the man of compassion
Into the darkness thick from light
To emerge as the leader of the fallen
Into light out of darkness thick.
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