Pick out names of martyrs from the crowd.
The true martyrs have slipped into a shroud.
The make believe traps of Time's trick shots,
Have covered truth by a blanket with knots.
New born chieftains busily forge and upload
Fresh faces of martyrdom,to let the old erode.
Even Thomas Becket’s martyrdom was heard
As a tale of the cathedral,with a vision blurred.
The bullets that sounded as brazen and hell bent,
Poured out blood,as the Mahatma’s sacred event.
It was Gandhi’s ways of thought,word and deed
In tripple purity mode,that gave him god speed.
One's mind firmly reflects what it is endowed with;
Though martyrdom goals follow the mind as a myth.
P.Chandrasekaran.
A good allusion to the contemporary view on martyrdom.
ReplyDeleteThese two lines say it all:
"New born chieftains busily forge and upload
Fresh faces of martyrdom,to let the old erode."