I live in the
corridor in between right and wrong
The right is
the area of righteousness
Where only
good deeds are performed
Where good
neighbourhood, charity and love are practised
Where
nobody’s bonafides is suspected
When heroic
deeds are performed with a spirit of sacrifice
Where death
produces no ripples of fear
But deemed as
culmination of a well lived life
Where forces
of evil have no chance to penetrate
As each house
is built on the hard granite rock of faith
Where each
one makes his life one of triumphant glory
Revolving the
Dharmachakra
To live a
life of subdued joy and inner peace.
The wrong is
the area where evil has its perpetual sway
Where people wallow in crime, sedition and
intrigue
Where evil is
not confined to one part but spread all over the body
Where shafts
of cruelty and barbarism are used to pull to ground
Pieces of art
soaked in the sanctity of a glorious past
Where
diabolical plans are nurtured with devastating effect
To target
citadels of power and authority
Where people
steeped in a philosophy of obscurantism call the shots
And law is
demonised to impose bondage and servitude.
As for myself
I have chosen my path long back
To live in
the safety zone of the corridor
Where honest
people are allowed to live
Still I watch
with dismay predations of evil forces
To carry away
sheep and cattle
To make a
bonfire, to indulge in revelry
Still I live
in hope the corridor will one day become
A land where
peace and joy prevail.