Trails are ordained
Inescapable, yet so empowering
For the belief fails to fade out
Even when bright light does,
Even when those who showered flowers upon us
Now pelt us with stones
Even when silence is the only audible sound
In prison cells like mine
How much shall men endure
For the sake of making men see the truth,
That they had never foreseen?
Ah, the ordeals of Copernicus
Of Columbus, who was deemed a fool
When he said that the earth is round
As for the listeners, truth is bitter
And for the truthful, painfully sour
O Mother Earth,
How many myths lie within you
How many, do men need to live with,
And how many shall they die with?
Holding their tongue
Fearing the wrath of this world?
When will truth be accepted
Without having its throat clutched?
One thing I’m sure of though
It’s subtle how truth shall sustain
The discoveries shall be unremembered
And the discoverers forgotten
But truth shall remain
In dark nights, for us the universe sleeps
Eppur si muove : and yet it moves
(Galileo in prison, after he was imprisoned by the Church)
©Jalees Hyder
Jalees Hyder 