‘From the Middle of Mouth’ (Part 7th) by Zaib Azkaar Hussain
Let me live on the edge of beingness that’s more dangerous than a racist living and discriminatory accommodation.
Your discriminatory adjustment can’t segregate me but your cruel kindness can divide me into one thousand parts. I don’t believe in such a respectability that is being attached from a racist position.
Your questions are killing me. You have trapped me very cleverly. I knew all my excitement was a part of ‘sadness’.. you imposed that sadness in the name of kindness.
I know it’s beyond your understanding.. can’t you comprehend. It were not someone else but you who put a spoke in my wheel but nobody heard the sound.
The trap was not similar to the cage where imprisoned lions would be placed as beautiful toys but it seemed like a long avenue. Now I called up.. it was a long street and a cave was housed at the tail end of this street in front of a specious house.
It was unidentified cave where I was pushed away by three men and a woman along with three men and a woman. We all four men and one woman were tempted by four persons to visit something unique.
Then I didn’t care that I was cordoned by many alien faces among the familiar ones. Oh I remember now a large number of strange faces of people and objects. What had happened to us..We kept up dancing and they brought to us to mysterious place that was actually placed at a cave.
When we entered there, I saw a single pair..i don’t care but all of a sudden I saw tear of tears; yeah poor detained people were visible in a huge painting and.. I suddenly realized that the people were kept in chains. I myself noticed they were raising voice against a voice spread over their muted and rather converted into silent voices.
The voice expressed their hues and cries as low sounds.
‘From the middle of mouth’
I don’t believe in a fake truth that teaches you how to live and how to earn for living. You love to see people dying without earning a livelihood. This abstract truth forcing people to use every efforts to secure the necessities of life and living. To secure the necessities has become a prime object. No one could challenge this absurd truth in front of international court of justice.
I am witnessing elimination of greats because of non-provision of these priceless necessities. Owing to this absurd reality a reality has become nonproductive.
How ironic is that the man has become nonproductive. There are standards to examine his living and viability. The greats are now useless and a sort of ‘persona non grata’. They been left in a lurch for facing. They have to face a great starvation and die to prove the theory of necessity.
The necessity would not cause any inventions to resolve the vulnerability of human beings in this universe.
To be continued…..
