Man’s World
It was a beautiful night,
The sun left behind a orange trail and made way for the silvery moon,
the great red moon of the fairy kind.
Slowly the dark earth changed into silver under a silvery sky.
And stealthily he rose, not making a sound,
Not looking back at the sleeping Yosodhara or the innocent young prince, Rahul.
Firm steps, and a resolve in his mind
To seek truth and happiness.
Nothing else mattered,
Except the desire to unravel dark mysteries and possibly to attain
Salvation and peace for himself.
Wasn’t he blind to his duties?
The thirst for personal ambition
So overwhelmingly powerful that
Nothing else is visible or important–
His innocent wife, not even the
New born son.
What if we reverse the roles?
He became the mahatma, the
Purest of the souls,
And she would be stoned to death,
Humiliated and named a slut.
