OTHER EVENT
The interns of Winter Internship Programme of NHRC organized a cultural event on 14th January, 2009. A poem composed and recited by Tushar Ved Saxena, Intern on the occasion is reproduced here
PITY IS HAPPINESS……
I don't know what I want to say….
But I know that there is something, which needs to be said…
I know that neither is the time, nor the weather
nor the occasion nor are the listeners…
Many things come and go around my mind…
But doing justice with all….would just be surprise.
The moment right now is what I couldn't, explain….
I have all the happiness but still I have some pain…
This pain I have is very little but is enough to make me brittle.
This pain I have is very subtle and for years…
I have been searching as where it resides.
I have searched each and every place on this globe and every fragment of my soul
I think that there is still one place on this earth,
Which I never searched for my pity…the place occupied by my happiness…
All the happiness I have…
Let me check, may be I could find it…
First of all I am happy about living in this world.
The world where I was born as a human…
The world where my mother lives and my dear one resides…
I am happy for those who respect life,
But in this vast canvas of happiness I find a void space,
The space that could be filled with a concrete called as humanity,
This void space in the canvas….is my pity.
Going deep down in my happiness
I find that I feel happy to enjoy nature and witness God's miraculous creations,
To see the mountains, to touch the mountains…surreal and smooth,
To walk on the dew, to hear when birds sing.
Then suddenly I think that this all is illusion and sometime….
I will wake up from it
Sitting somewhere that is barren…barren with life and thoughts…..
This gives me insecurity…..
This insecurity….is my pity
Sinking more into my happiness…
I feel happy to touch the one who has enveloped all the love and care within her…
Which flows with in her to give her life…
The one who generates warmth when pronounced,
The one whom I call when I am in pain,
The one whom I call my mother.
But these days she is not well,
Like the way my mother land is…
Both of them are crying in grief as…
Some body is trying to amputee their body…
The pain is severe and unbearable is the agony…and to all this I can be a silent spectator…
I am just helpless…
I think that this helplessness.. is my pity.
These days people often say…
From then to now….
We are growing like the plants grow…
We are developing like the plants do…
Hearing to this I am the happiest…
But analyzing to what I have heard….I find a patch…
I think, yes, we are growing and the growth has been manured with…
Our innocence and originality.
Yes, we are developing if the criteria are deadliest weapons…
I am clueless seeing the patch…
This patch… is my pity
I am standing on the road where both the ends are open.
I am afraid….
I am annoyed….
Afraid because I want to live..
Annoyed because this world is dying.
I don't know what I want to say….
But I know that there is something, which needs to be said…
I know that neither is the time, nor the weather
nor the occasion nor are the listeners…
Many things come and go around my mind…
But doing justice with all….would just be surprise.
The moment right now is what I couldn't, explain….
I have all the happiness but still I have some pain…
This pain I have is very little but is enough to make me brittle.
This pain I have is very subtle and for years…
I have been searching as where it resides.
I have searched each and every place on this globe and every fragment of my soul
I think that there is still one place on this earth,
Which I never searched for my pity…the place occupied by my happiness…
All the happiness I have…
Let me check, may be I could find it…
First of all I am happy about living in this world.
The world where I was born as a human…
The world where my mother lives and my dear one resides…
I am happy for those who respect life,
But in this vast canvas of happiness I find a void space,
The space that could be filled with a concrete called as humanity,
This void space in the canvas….is my pity.
Going deep down in my happiness
I find that I feel happy to enjoy nature and witness God's miraculous creations,
To see the mountains, to touch the mountains…surreal and smooth,
To walk on the dew, to hear when birds sing.
Then suddenly I think that this all is illusion and sometime….
I will wake up from it
Sitting somewhere that is barren…barren with life and thoughts…..
This gives me insecurity…..
This insecurity….is my pity
Sinking more into my happiness…
I feel happy to touch the one who has enveloped all the love and care within her…
Which flows with in her to give her life…
The one who generates warmth when pronounced,
The one whom I call when I am in pain,
The one whom I call my mother.
But these days she is not well,
Like the way my mother land is…
Both of them are crying in grief as…
Some body is trying to amputee their body…
The pain is severe and unbearable is the agony…and to all this I can be a silent spectator…
I am just helpless…
I think that this helplessness.. is my pity.
These days people often say…
From then to now….
We are growing like the plants grow…
We are developing like the plants do…
Hearing to this I am the happiest…
But analyzing to what I have heard….I find a patch…
I think, yes, we are growing and the growth has been manured with…
Our innocence and originality.
Yes, we are developing if the criteria are deadliest weapons…
I am clueless seeing the patch…
This patch… is my pity
I am standing on the road where both the ends are open.
I am afraid….
I am annoyed….
Afraid because I want to live..
Annoyed because this world is dying.