I am this lousy bird kept
in a cage. This man who calls himself
Swatantrananda Baba trapped me some time ago and put me in this cage.
“See how beautiful my
Indian Ringneck Parrot is!” Swatantrananda
Baba introduces me to his very important guests. I didn’t know I had a nationality until my
captor gave me one. What does Indian
mean to me? Do my wings care for borders
and fences? What do names mean to me?
The Baba gave me a
nationality and a cage in addition to a name. And he taught me
some slogans. I forgot my natural
music. The melody of the mountain pines
and the orchestra of the brooks were part of my music earlier. Now I chant some mantras that make no sense
to me. But the mantras have replaced my
erstwhile symphonies learnt from the tree nymphs and celestial fairies. Sitting in this lousy cage, sipping milk and
chewing synthetic grains, I am unable to listen to the orchestra of the cosmos. I have learnt to chant slogans. Empty slogans.
My wings long to fly. Wings are not meant for cages. But Baba’s love has borders and fences. So I am destined to live in this cage with
atrophying wings.
I long to fly. Beyond borders and fences. I long to sing. The songs of the dryads and sprites. I long to wing in the heavens.
Happy Independence Day, Greetings.
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DeleteIdentity comes with a cage....:)
ReplyDeleteOften yes. Worse, there are people who insist on imposing their identities on you!
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