Pity for Geniuses
P K Routray
A man known as novice, foolish and simpleton,
Declared “I am greater than your Einstein and Newton,
Bigger than Wordsworth, Shakespeare and Aristotle,
Picasso, Beethoven and all laureates Nobel.”
“How do you say so?
To them we usually bow.”
He has his reply and justification,
We have to ponder over them to find a refutation.
“They have toiled and moiled throughout their mortal lives,
to create the so called marvel with the agonies and strives.
Further they aim to climb higher and higher,
But the goal always eludes them and moves from them farther and farther.
Many more also work for the same purpose either to assist or compete,
They remain unknown like me even working on the same throughout their lives without respite.
I enjoyed the fruits of their works in this life as such without going through their worries and tensions,
After this mortal life of seventy years, between me and them there will be no distinctions,
Rather my soul will have more peace and will be ahead of them in our journey away from this mortal world,,
Because of their works they will be remembered and acclaimed, hence their spirit will have to roam around their works of illusion as scriptures have unfurled.
They are likely to see also the blemishes around their so-called laurels once bestowed upon them,
They will be helpless spirits to even witness the end of the same.
Further whether their works are absolutely virtuous or somewhat vicious,
Nobody knows except the Almighty from heaven who may consider them as worthless.
All inventions and creations by mortal man on the earth,
Has both the brighter and darker side and gives only a transitory mirth.
Without their creation and contribution life had existed,
But their contribution has made life complex and complicated.
I will live the same span of life as of theirs with peace and bliss,
No intellect and wisdom to trouble bringing me to knees, or the urge prompting me to steal a thesis.
They tell me a fool without intellect and wisdom,
But I see beauty with my own eyes and enjoy in my own kingdom.
I take pity on your great souls for their unfulfilled aspirations for more and more,
In this life and even beyond I foresee them to suffer and as ghosts to hover.”