DAY OF
JUDGEMENT
CHANDRA SHEKAR DUBAY
All paths unwinding
Lead to the inevitable - the day of judgement.
Laurels, truth and honesty - clad faces
Dark-eyes ringed with guilt.
And mighty hands spelling mighty tasks,
get numb as the darkness veils the sinking eyes.
Somewhere in the distance bells toll in a temple or church
Voices ring in a mosque “this alone is truth”.
A helpless man sees towards the oil-stained
pages of the Gita recited by his daughter
‘Nainan chindanti sastraani,
Nainam dahati paavakaah’
And breathes his last amidst nervous cry.