हमारे धवलिम भविष्य हेतु
प्रभु की यह आज्ञा है कि :
‘‘कहाँ बैठे हो तुम श्वास खोते
सही-सही उद्यम करो
पाप-पाखण्ड से परे हो
कर पर कर दो
बच जाओगे।
अन्यथा
मेल में अन्ध हो
जेल में बन्द हो
पच पाओगे...!''
‘‘मर हम मरहम बनें''
यह चार शब्दों की कविता भी मिलती है
यहीं, कुम्भ पर!
इसका आशय यही हो सकता है कि
कितना कठिनतम
पाषाण-जीवन रहा हमारा!
कितने पथिक-जन
ठोकर खा गये इससे
रुक गये, गिर गये!
पथ को छोड़ कर
फिर गये कितने।
फिर,
कितने पद लहूलुहान हो गये,
कितने गहरे घावदार बन गये वे!
समुचित उपचार कहाँ हुआ उनका,
होता भी कैसा पापी पाषाण से...!
उपचार का विचार भर
For our bright future
The Lord commands that :
‘Where do you sit while losing your breaths
Take up the genuinely true endeavour,
Being free from sin and hypocrisy
Adopt the posture of sainthood
You shall be saved.
Otherwise
Being blinded by the jumble
Being put into prison
You shall be consumed...!’
“Having died, we should turn into a healing
Ointment”
This almost four-worded line of poetry too
Is found here upon the holy pitcher !
It may convey only the sense that Bhī’
How hardest had been
Our stone-like life !
We got stumbled upon it,
We were taken aback, we fell down !
Having forsaken the right path
How many of us turned back !
Then,
How many feet got blood-stained,
How deeply wounded they were found !
When were they provided with proper treatment,
How it was possible by the sinful stone...!
Merely an idea of treatment