They are family, kin and friends, how could one kill,
Void they would leave behind, who would be able to fill.
The ones that he grew up playing with, and the ones who taught,
Unable to take on them, was there a way the battle won’t be fought.
The battlefield lay in front of him, and the warriors gave battle cries,
He was unable to pick up his weapon, even after a million tries.
He was given a code to live by, and million reasons to kill,
Told they were his enemies, whose void he need not fill.
He was shaken violently, when he hesitated and refused to fight,
To see things clearly, like he would in the morning after a dark night.
He was chosen for this task because he was mighty and just,
Unlike mightier warriors filled with jealousy and blood-lust.
The ones in front of him were dead the day they joined the wrong,
With justice and morality on his side, he felt ever so strong.
Understanding his duty and worth, he started killing with rage,
Without seeing who was in front of him, or what was their age.
He killed for many days, and many of his beloved ones were taken away,
Rule of justice finally established when he stopped, and was there to stay.
This poem and the accompanying photograph are my attempt to draw an analogy between the Kurukshetra war and our day to day life, even something as uneventful as playing carom.
I try to portray one of the most important teachings of Bhagvad Gita, that attachments make us lose sense of right and wrong, just and injustice, moral and immorality. To uphold and do what is right, one must rise above every form of attachment, and look at things objectively. And when the time comes to do one’s duty, it has to be done no matter what.
In frame: The striker and the pieces on a carom board, clicked on manual mode using my Oneplus 3 phone during the carom tournament at office. This photo was edited using Google Snapseed.
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