The Rag for My Feet
Jodha Chandra Sanasam *
I keep
a piece of cloth soft smooth clean
to mop my face;
I keep another rag worn out
to mop my feet.
I feel bad
for it's not fair I thought.
Am I being partial,
that too, among the parts of my own body?
I who resolved to be god myself!
Am I too, an individual with partiality?
Yes, I'm a partial man!
But
how I can use the rag,
which I used for mopping my feet,
dirty, and murky at times,
to mop my face?
It may be a rag to mop my feet
but I grew to love it.
It's a thing I get associated with, constant;
yes, I love my rag
that mops my dirty feet.
There are of course many
icons of the echelons
who mop their dirty feet
with good cloth silky,
and mop their smooth faces
with rags dirty.
I couldn't stand it
when they asked me to wipe their feet,
again and again,
time and again;
I refused
I never did it.
Face or feet
it shall be all the same after death
I know;
but I resent it
I would never do that.
So I'm living an unknown man.
Let me live so, this way;
does it damage the milieu anyway?
My rag for mopping my feet
I love it fondly, of course;
yes, I love it very much.
* Poem written by Jodha Chandra Sanasam for Hueiyen Lanpao (English Edition)
This poem was webcasted on January 20 2014.
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