The Most Dangerous Thing in the World is the Death of Our Dreams: Three Poems

[Pash was a radical Panjabi poet whose actual name was Avtar Singh Sandhu. He was born in Talwandi Salem, a village near Jalandhar, in 1950. He was, of course, arrested on various charges and imprisoned for two years. He edited a magazine named, Siarh (The Plowline). In 1988 he was assassinated by Khalistani militants.]

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The Most Dangerous Thing in the World is the Death of Our Dreams

The most dangerous thing in the world

is not the theft of your labour

the most dangerous thing in the world

is not torture by the police

To be caught in the coils of betrayal and greed

is not the most dangerous thing in the world

to be arrested without a crime

is certainly terrible

to shrink into a fearful silence

is certainly terrible

but not the most dangerous thing in the world

To remain silent in the face of widespread corruption

is certainly bad

to read by the light of fireflies

is certainly bad

to sit with clenched fists and let time go by

is certainly bad

but not the most dangerous thing in the world

The most dangerous thing in the world

is to become numb like a corpse

to accept everything

and not feel the suffering

The most dangerous thing in the world

is to leave home for work

and return home from work

The most dangerous thing in the world

is the death of our dreams

The most dangerous thing in the world

is when the eye does not see

the dull routines of time

The most dangerous thing in the world

is when the eyes trapped by

the shabby routines of the day

forget to look upon the world with love

The most dangerous song in the world

is sung like a sorrowful marsia

with the swagger of goons

before the doors of terrified people

The most dangerous moonlight

shines over desolate courtyards

after every murder and

does not sting your eyes like red chillies

The most dangerous night under the sky

fills life with hooting owls and howling wolves

and shuts the doors and windows of the soul

in everlasting darkness

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Grass

I am grass

I grow wherever

you are

whatever you do.

Bomb a university

turn a hostel

into a heap

of rubble

break the roof

of our huts

over our heads

but what’ll you do with me

I am grass

I grow on anything

and everything.

Destroy Banga

erase Sangrur

reduce Ludhiana to dust

but green blades of grass

will continue to grow

and after two years … ten years

passengers will once again ask the conductor

‘What is this place?

Drop me at Barnala

where dense grass grows.’

I am grass

I will do my work

I will always grow

wherever you are

whatever you do.

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Our Blood Is in the Habit of Celebrating Life

Undisturbed by all seasons or occasions

mocking even all the songs of gallows

our blood is in the habit

of celebrating life

Even when words are bruised

as they flow over rocks

our blood is in the habit

of singing

Who makes the pain of cold winter bearable?

Whose hands give comfort in ruthless times?

Our blood is in the habit

of caressing the flow of days

and breaching the walls of time

This celebration

this song is enough –

enough for those

who till yesterday

were swimming

in the silent river our blood

our blood is in the habit

of celebrating life.

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(Translated by: Alok Bhalla, noted critic, translator, editor and poet, who retired as Professor of literature from the Central University of English and Foreign Languages, Hyderabad, India. Courtesy: The Beacon, a web-based only feature magazine of writing and reading that believes in confluences more than in consensus.)

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