Truth is Nothing but an Inference
When I was very green
Greener than the green mango
I was very clear
Of many things
What is right?
What is wrong?
What is truth?
What is a lie?
What is fair?
What is moral?
What is immoral?
Who is beautiful?
Who is smart?
What happens when we die?
What God said to whom?
Now,
Things are not that clear cut
The boundaries
Between good and bad
Moral and immoral
All disappeared
The heaven and hell
Who is the God’s chosen children?
Who is a terrorist?
Who is a freedom fighter?
All became so messy
So grey
So hazy
Primitives became ultramodern
Sophisticated urbanites
Went chanting and counting beads
What knowledge we need
To be snobbish
Who is savage
And who is most advanced human being
Is so much a bull.
I wonder
Why God should bless only a certain country
Why the suffering of certain people
Are worth more than others
In a strange way
The reality is so much like the gods
Our creation
For our own sustenance
Biased and unreal
We sleep walk on a moving platform
We cry and laugh
We fight and die
Not knowing that
The truth is
Nothing but an inference
((*.*))
February 14, 1997 |