When I tried to write something, I couldn't write a thing,
Perhaps my pen didn't have that much strength,
And perhaps my reflections and thoughts lacked such grandeur,
Yet I still attempt to write and to convey something.
I see those piles of books, sold for the price of mere scraps,
In those books, written about knowledge and mysteries,
To unveil that knowledge and those mysteries, someone had performed immense penance,
Someone had spent their entire life, and many had devoted their lives fully.
Someone unveiled the dark truths, and many endured hard struggles,
This world, filled with mysteries—someone lives in luxury here,
And someone roams, eating blows door to door,
For some, living in this world is exceedingly difficult,
And many live in their own luxury, at their own whim,
But why does this world run on such inequality?
Many people's life stories narrate that tale of struggle,
And my own story of struggle is no less, and perhaps no one truly understands life,
And perhaps no one grasps the value of a life devoid of experience, a life barren of humanity—
What difference does it make to be human just in appearance?
If one is devoid of the experience and humanity of being human!!
I have seen that assembly filled with pomp and splendour,
I have seen that building crammed full.
What was in their destiny that they lived in such grandeur,
And someone stood at their door, pleading, "Give something, father."
Many stand in queues, and many beg for a moment,
Those who were to receive have received, what was in fate has happened,
The path ahead must be charted; something has gone wrong indeed.
The journey ahead has become arduous; we have forgotten right and wrong.
We have forgotten discernment—who to blame, who became whose means,
Everyone reaps the fruit of their own actions; they have come bearing their deeds, as they are, so they receive.
All have lost their discernment, all lives have become unstable,
All have forgotten their actions, forever forgotten their very existence,
Someone has grasped that profound truth, someone has tried to understand,
And I see that most people are miles away from that understanding.
In the nest of wealth, this world is a prison; someone here is empty of wealth,
And someone possesses immeasurable riches, someone is powerful.
Some view the world with contemptuous eyes, some with inner insight,
And some with the gaze of contemplation,
And perhaps someone exists who beholds this world with supreme reverence.
Man today has not become man; he seems like a puppet of arrogance,
Walking, wandering, dancing, singing, jumping, they do it all—engaged in colours,
Spectacles, and the acting of sorrows, this puppet is busy.
Man today has not become man, as they engage in endless debates,
Man today debates in the name of man.
All people desire beautiful, beautiful faces; they live that way,
All are empty of humanity, all merely live,
All have become human in face, all are drifting away from humanity,
People live in pursuit of a purpose, yet fail to understand what life's true purpose is.
People do not ask this question: why has man today not become man?
In fact, man today has become more cowardly, unwilling to do good deeds,
In fact, man has become: the heart has no desire for good works; the human mind has no reins.
Man here is man only in name; man does not understand why he is a man.
From not understanding one another, strife grows between men, and hatred swells among humans.
Here, human torments human; those people drift far from true humanity,
Being a true human is not a difficult thing—those who have understood the matter of humanity know this.
To be human in appearance is not enough, to merely live life is not enough,
Animals too live their lives—understand this difference,
Why have you become human in face, why do you not ask questions?
This spectacle of the human mind—you engage in debates, disputes, and arguments all the time,
Man, why do you not look beyond your mind? Why do you not ask these questions?
Why has man today not become man? This is a question worth crores,
Why has man here not become man—living here is itself a question,
Human liberation is beyond thought; that question is beyond human understanding.
Those who ask no questions at all—their thinking is beyond even discernment and emotion.
Why has man today not become man? He has become the root of unrest,
All are beyond thought and understanding, all commit many mistakes,
Why has man today not become man? All are busy in fights and quarrels,
Arrogance has filled man today; they are drifting away from endurance.
I see a man engrossed in fighting at every step; all are erring by not seeking the meaning of life.
Man today has not become man; he errs in the arrogance of caste,
All live in illusory delusions; all are engrossed in the vain show of illusory delusions.
All speak of illusory delusions, all waste away in understanding the world through illusory delusions,
In the world of illusory delusions, pride in status is the root,
Singing praises of one's own caste; this is the mistake for all.
Why has man here not become man—they do not speak of humanity,
Everyone is drifting away from humanity; they speak words of harm to one another,
Everyone here is becoming silent; people are merely running away,
Life seems to be growing ever harder; no one can think of words of comfort.
Man today has unleashed terror's blow upon man,
Man fears man; terror is at its peak here,
Man eats fear of man, living here is difficult,
When the hammer of karma strikes with the pen of deeds, he will understand then, with great difficulty.
To live life with humanity is a matter understood by only a few.
Without immortality, all matters are futile—only a few have grasped this matter.
I regret this matter—the world does not understand this matter.
No religion is greater than humanity, no service greater than serving humanity,
Humans do not wish to understand one another's matters; human life has become harsh,
The future generations are in crisis—someone understands this matter.
People are forgetting humanity, and conflicts are rising in life.
Why has man here not become man—people think selfish thoughts,
How many think of humanity's matters? How many think of welfare matters?
What is the value of a life barren of humanity? Understanding this is a rare matter,
The poem begins with the poet's inability, where he tries to write something profound, but words fail him. This symbolises the mental struggle every sensitive soul endures. The poet accepts that his pen currently lacks the strength to fully reveal the truth. Yet, he keeps trying — because true devotion lies in the effort, not in the result. This is the poet's inner conflict, where words are limited but emotions are boundless.
The poet mentions those books that are being sold for a pittance today. These books once contained a lifetime of spiritual practice and profound secrets hidden by someone. This devaluation of knowledge is the greatest irony of this age. Today, society is so immersed in material comforts that it no longer recognises the value of true knowledge. It has forgotten the immense austerity, spiritual practice, and human emotion that were behind these texts.
The poet points to the world's inequality— some are living in luxury, while others are wandering from door to door, facing rejection. Some are prosperous, while others are dying of hunger. This inequality is not just economic, but also emotional and moral. Human society has created a structure where sensitivity has become a luxury. The poet asks, "Why is the world running on such inequality?" This question shakes us from within.
The poet says that every person has their own story of struggle. But there are very few who understand this struggle. He explains that without experience and humanity, life has no value. Merely having a human face is not enough, unless there is humanity within the heart. This line strikes a deep blow to modern society, where the external appearance is considered everything, while the inner character and sensitivity have been forgotten.
The poet has painted two pictures of society— one class immersed in pomp and show, and the other bowed down in hunger and humility. Some are living in palaces, while others stand at their doors begging for mercy. This scene bears witness to the downfall of humanity. The poet says that in the game of fate and karma, justice has been lost somewhere. This societal inequality wounds the soul.
6️⃣ The Loss of Karma and Conscience:-
The poet says, "Everyone has borne the consequences of their actions, and received what they deserved." This line reflects the principle of karma. But the problem is that humans have lost their conscience. They have forgotten right and wrong. Everyone is immersed in their own self-interest; as a result, society has lost its moral direction. Without conscience, even karma becomes blind, and this is the tragedy of life today.
The poet says the world has become imprisoned in the abode of wealth. Some are empty-handed, while others are drowning in riches. People now see the world from different perspectives — some from a materialistic view, some from an intellectual view, and some from an emotional view. But very few can see this world with a "supreme consciousness." This conveys that the true joy of life is attained only by rising above materialism.
The poet profoundly states that humans are no longer human— they have become puppets of the ego. People walk, talk, laugh, and sing, but are insensitive from within. Society is filled with disputes and competition, where every person wants to be proven "right," but no one wants to become "truthful." In place of humanity, pretence, pride, and self-interest have now taken root.
9️⃣ The Poison of Caste, Delusion, and Division:-
The poet says that humans today live in the arrogance of caste and creed. False delusions and pretensions have clouded their vision. The meaning of religion and humanity has been lost. Humans harbour hatred for each other, while true humanity lies in viewing everyone with an equal eye. This part of the poet reminds us that until we free ourselves from our delusions, we cannot become truly human.
🔟 Fear, Terror, and the Crisis of Humanity:-
The poet shows that today, humans fear other humans. Fear, violence, and self-interest have taken deep root in society. The terror is so profound that true trust has been lost. He warns — when the pen of karma strikes, then humans will understand their mistake. Those who live with humanity are immortal; all the rest are living in a perishable illusion. This is the poem's most intense philosophical voice.
🌺 Conclusion:-
This poem is a call to awaken from the decline of humanity and to raise consciousness. The poet says that a human is not just a face, but a symbol of thought, conscience, and compassion. If a human loses the humanity within, all their achievements are futile. The poem reminds us that there is no religion greater than humanity, and no action greater than serving people. A true human considers the sorrow of others as their own, acts with conscience, and rises above self-interest. This is the message of the poem — "Be human, don't just appear to be one."
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