The Socrates Speaks

Dr Sudhansu Dash

I am charged with the allegation

I am diverting the future Nations

 Making money selling the religion

I am to withdraw my words

I am but to take poison

But my Lord!

I am helpless

Do you see my skeletoned body

Hiding itself under my torn clothes?

 Never have I misguided the youth

  Never have I dared to guide them even

 pursued them never

They have come to me.

I am searching the truth along with them

With a sincere yearning

If any of them finds the truth earlier to me

I may kindly be communicated with a merciful heart.

My Lord!

I am helpless

This is my crime.

 Inevitable It is  with all absoluteness

I am born to be  misunderstood.

It is a must

 Perhaps

If  not misunderstood,

A Socrates is not a Socrates at all.

It cannot be otherwise.

I am beyond mind and you  in

I dare to translate from the ‘beyond’ to the ‘in’  

This world cannot tolerate such impossibility.

No Socrates could avoid it.

He has to say the unsayable,

To express the in expressible,

 To define the indefinable.

I am but to do this absurd act

Because the moment I reach the beyond,

Great compassion arises in me

I can see people stumbling in the dark,

Suffering in their own created night mare.

How can I avoid, not feeling compassionate?

You think about life

Just like a blind man thinking about light.

Your blind eyes may go on thinking about light

As much possible as it is                                                                    

But

Never be able to come to a true conclusion.

As much logical it may be

But still missing the experience.

Your logic can not stand for it.

What you need are eyes

Attended going beyond the mind.

  You are not your thoughts,

 You are not your body,

The energy reflects

When you know yourself to be  a ‘knowing’

The Socrates only communes to you

‘Eyes are possible’

 You are not blind

 Only keeping the eyes closed.

 You are not born blind but  taught to remain blind

Blind people your society needs

 Blind people are good slaves

  Always dependant

 Very convenient people.

 Never can rebel, never create any troubles.

The obedient, ready to submit to nonsense of any kind

I am misunderstood

More than misunderstanding

Nothing more can your mind  do                                                  

Inevitable it is also.

The rising compassion in me

 Starts communicating the impossible.

When I talk of in the words of light,

Their meaning is changes moment it reaches you.

Your mind colors them in its own color with its tricky words

If it is so

I am born to be misunderstood

I am glad to take poison than withdrawing my words

My lord!