The Truth Is Nothing But An Inference

 

When I was very green
Greener than the green mango
I knew it all
What is right?
What is truth?
What is moral?
Who is beautiful?
What happens when we die?
What God said to whom?
Etc. etc.

Now, as I ripe
The boundaries
Between good and bad
Moral and immoral
Heaven and hell
Become so hazy

I am not sure any more
Who are the God's chosen children?
Who is a terrorist?
Who is a freedom fighter?
As sophisticated urbanites
Go on chanting and counting beads
I don't know any more
Who are the primitives?
And who are the ultramodern technocrats?

In a strange way
The truth is so much like the gods
Our creation
For our own sustenance
Biased and unreal
We sleep walk on a moving platform
And cry and laugh
Fight and die
Not knowing that
The truth is
Nothing but a temporary inference.

((*.*))
Babru
Dec 2003