A true farmer is the one who never forgets his fields;
the soil in which his rudiments lie firmly embedded;
even in times of uncouth dryness and arid drought,
A true scientist is the one who never forgets his
plethora of ingenious inventions; the innumerable
number of gifts which he had given mankind; even in
times when he was brutally rejected; deserted
disastrously by all transgressing beside him,
A true poet is the one who never forgets his
enchanting verse; the unfathomable lines of mystical
passion which he had evolved with his own blood; even
in times when the entire world refrained to buy a
single copy of his book; and all his work was decaying
like a rotten heap of vegetables in the interiors of
the obsolete hut,
A true elephant is the one who never forgets his
Herculean strength; the astounding power that
reverberated from his body as he strolled; even in
times when he lay timidly wounded on the ground,
A true painter is the one who never forgets his
drawings; vivaciously stroking his brush on plain
canvas all day; even in times when critics just ripped
apart his drawings into infinite shreds; the instant
they sighted it,
A true prince is the one who never forgets his
magnificent castle; the grandiloquent aura which once
encompassed his body in majestic entirety; even in
times when he was forced to beg on the streets; and
his palace had been gruesomely evacuated,
A true teacher is the one who never forgets his
essence of impartial knowledge; the diligent times
when he spent days and nights under the midnight oil
with his scores of his disciples; even in times when
the same students spat on his face for scolding them;
ridiculed him to the most unprecedented limits,
A true magician is the one who never forgets his spell
binding tricks; the jugglery of enamoring antiques
that he possessed in his repertoire after years of
assiduous practice; even in times when he failed to
captivate the audiences; people hurled footwear and
garbage at him instead of fat wads of currency,
A true tree is the one who never forgets its
mesmerizing foliage of dense leaves; the boundless
number of birds and insects wandering on its
periphery; even in times when it was ruthlessly
stripped by the onset of delectable autumn; the
animals which had once made it their dwelling place;
now scorned at it in utter hatred,
A true star is the who never forgets its profound
shimmer; the countless centuries for which it shone
unrelentingly in the sky; even in times when the
conglomerate of hideously black clouds engulfed it
from all sides; obscured it wholesomely from the view
of this world,
A true dog is the one who never forgets to incessantly
wag its tail; barks poignantly as a fleet of strangers
encroached upon in the dark; even in times when its
master starved it of succulent food; kicked it in its
stomach for apparently no reason or rhyme,
A true watch is the one which never forgets to keep on
ticking indefatigably; moving its arms voraciously all
round the clock; even in times when the entire
Universe had slept; and there was nothing but stark
darkness after the Sun had blissfully slept in the
skies,
A true warrior is the one who never forgets his
battlefield; keeps fighting inexorably till the very
end; even in times when he knew that it was just a few
moments before the opposition captured him; withdrew
his last breath from his body,
A true saint is the one who never forgets to meditate;
wholesomely drown himself into the Omnipotent
perception of Almighty lord; even in times when demons
around him trying as hard as possible to disturb his
penance and unflinching concentration,
A true doctor is the one who never forgets to treat
people suffering from bizarre affliction beside him;
applies the ointment of his love on several bruises
oozing blood and pain; even in times when the same
patients he had treated before were planning to kill
him; poison the milk he gulped for morning breakfast,
A true ocean is the one who never forgets its colossal
waters; the gigantically swirling waves it generated
since times immemorial; even in times when its body
shrunk to a mere trickle; the tyranny of pugnacious
heat had sucked its frothy spray away,
A true bomb is the one who never forgets its
thunderous capacity to explode; fulminate into
fathomless plumes of black gas; even in times when
water pelted down in tremendous fury from the sky; the
showers of monsoon rain played a complete spoilsport,
A true mother is the one who never forgets her child;
anxious about its safety all day and year; attending
to the most tiniest of his pampered commands; even in
times when her baby matured into an impetuous
youngster; and now no longer slept in the shade of her
compassionate lap,
A true lover is the one who never forgets his beloved;
keeps loving her for infinite more births to unveil
without expecting the slightest favor; even in times
when the acrimonious society stood as a hostile quiver
of arrows; chopped his every step even before he put
his foot on the ground,
And a true man is the one who never forgets his home
soil; kisses the soil he was born on; every night
before he slept; every day as he opened his eyes with
brilliant light; even in times when the entire planet
was undergoing a spurious metamorphosis; with people
crazily embracing other religion and land; thinking
the same place which had produced them; the same place
which nurtured and harnessed their lives; had now
become outdated.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
