The Uncommitted Sin

He is a guileless fellow of the seraphic land,

_ He is a naïve lad of the rustic terrain,

_ He is a clueless fellow of the world outside,

_ He is a darling of his parents,

_ He is the sole glitter of his kin;

He is a guileless fellow of the town...

_ He is the same naïve lad for the running city;

_ He is an awed boy in the new ambience;

_ Has reached with a deluge of dreams;

_ Has found the avenue to his roaring ambitions;

_ Is ready to embark the path of struggle,

_ And walk relentlessly on every ruin and rubble,

_ To realise the flicker of his aspirations;

_ To taste the luminosity of this completion,

_ To make true the hopes pinned on his precocious shoulders;

_ To fetch a gush of bliss in to the familial

_ bondage

_

It happens one fine day,

_ He goes on to his business with exams on his

_ mind,

_ And pressure thumping his heart wild.

_ To face the first competition of his life...

_ But there lies a grotesque scene ahead of all the

_ strife

_ To his shock the city heart is blown into tatters,

_ By somebomb boomed few seconds, that matter

_ There lie smithereens of the once vibrant racing

_ city

_ Of the once humongous entity.

_ There shrieks furious cries and stupefied corpses;

_ for horror meted out brutally, left to rot like

_ carcasses.

_ And now goes on the search of the perpetrator.

_ And now sets on the crazy frenzy of an

_ eliminator..

_ To entrap and hand over the culprit,

_ To avenge the lives of the thousands, throttled

_ with dogged grit..

_ To account the government with their expeditious

_ disposition;

_ To save their saving grace in the line of their

_ position.

_ So goes on the wild hunt to find a prey very innocent

_ To trap the unfortunate scapegoat, one from the

_ Crescent.

_ Yes he can be the easy suspect,

_ And the prime suspect too, with no shadow of

_ doubtful aspect.

_ So there the lad is dragged to the chains...

_ And banged into the dark corner of that

_ horrendous bane,

_ The poor guy lies distraught at the shock of

_ events.

_ Strangulating his psyche and sheer reason,

_ Of what, where, when went wrong...

_ Of the enormity of his lucid and luminous

_ dreams.

_ Is it too a part of his struggle...

_ Is it the price one has to render for the

_ fulfilment of his goal

_ Is it an admonition to his mischief and pranks

_ played back at home?

_ Is it a premonition of some ugly future doom?

_ He is tainted with the tag of ‘terrorist',

_ Tortured and mutilated to bring him down to the

_ status of confessionist

_ Maimed and at the end incarcerated to at last

_ prove he is anti-nationalist

Yes, now he is a proven terrorist...

_ A proven menace to the society

_ An anti-social maggot?

_ Who needs to be vanquished?

_ From the face of the earth

_ He lies dead on the bed of mortar of his desires;

_ He gapes unblinking, the space visualising his

_ burial in the smoulders...

_ Of his strangled identity,

_ His crippled physicality,

_ Now indeed, has he embarked the path of

_ languishing struggle?

_ And doused into every ruin and rubble...

_ Now The POOR implicated, billows the esteem

_ of the Nation,

_ And satiate the unflinching façade of just

_ consecration

_ Of justifying the many lives in the light of the

_ justification?

_ Of dehumanising another human in the name of

_ humanity?

_ Of demonising trust and innocence in the guise

_ of conquering atrocity?

—Fayezah Iqbal

[Fayezah Iqbal did her Masters in Spanish from the Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi. Writing being her passion, she has been writing for various blogs since the last three years.]