Ode
to a Foolish Old Man
-
Saptarshi Basu
Tonight, as someone walks through the Gehlour hills...
Someone is watching...
Someone somewhere in the sky...
Smiling...
A foolish old man...
Not much was heard of him,
Some said he was mad...
Lost love had crippled his mind, they said
But he kept on smiling
A chisel shines in his hand,
Relentlessly hitting the mountain...
Till it had succumbed to his last promise,
A promise made to his dying wife
Darkness was his best friend,
As he worked all day and night
Birds sang to him of a new world...
Where there will be light
Tonight, as someone walks through the Gehlour hills...
The foolish old man is no more...
He had taken away the darkness along with him...
For now the hills leads to light...
-
In
memory of the Great Dashrath Manjhi, the Man who moved the Mountain...
