Sanjay Kumar Thakur
Lecturer in English
Lovely professional University
Promise me not to teach…
I am a new born yet to be acquainted with world
Away from the worldly intricacy, malice & manacles
In the womb of motherly bliss protected and fed
Though in oblivion, frightened sensing outer unrest!
Aspiring a wake, in a world full of hope, love and order
Promise me! Not to teach the worldly affairs,
Not to domesticate with phoney socio-shackles
Let me be a pure soul, closest to the divinity
Descended from ethereal to message, the world
Full of despair, treachery, to their ultimate end
Promise me! Not to corrupt my soul
Sake of worldly gain, never to quench
Let me be my own, lost in prenatal sleep
Contend in my happy lot, Promise me, not to teach!
Language of power, wrangle and bigotry
When I am yet in sleep, away from vicious web
Someone whispered closest to me
You are the silver lining of world amidst melancholy
Speak language of love, soothe desperate souls around,
Bring them back to origin! It’s transitory stay!
Though crumbling world order &moral
Still wish to dabble into innocence &rectitude
Carefree mirth and joyous swift
Inquisitive queries amidst worldly chaos
Wish to speak only one; language of love!
I aspire to be a free bird, away from any name
Free from worldly bait, entitlement
Malice, treachery & despise;
Aiming to soothe tender sensibilities
Of the pious souls of shattered humanity!