A Man

No wonder, man..!
In spite of all the crimes,
All the sacrifices,
All the allegations,
All the losses,
You managed to reach nowhere...!

No wonder, man...!
Because you fall into the same lineage of those worthy men.
But, man!
You, were you not the renegade?
Were you not the rebel?
Were you not the Sufi?
Were you not the Gypsy?
Were you not the God?
Were you not the Prophet?
Were you not the loyal?
Still, derailed?

You tried, you failed.
You failed for you failed to derail the lineage of your ancestors.
You, man!
You were neither weak nor an autocrat.
You were the son of the most patient man on Earth,
And the grandson of a rebellious embodiment of love.
But you, you lived in a world of stuffed mammals.
You dealt with hypocritical beings,
Who were not even worthy of confronting you,
Even if you go prehistoric,
Even if you go back to your wilderness.

Yes, you failed, once.
You were the Victim.
And still, you are the victim.
Yes, a Victim.

But, listen, Man...!

Like those beings with innate immunity,
Man,
You too inherited a legacy.
Not the legacy of sacrifices alone,
But the legacy of victory attained devoid of a crime.
You are the victor, Man.
Your ancestors were not ignorant either,
They just remained silent while the weeds in their vast fields played between their foot.
Neither you nor your dreams possess the shadow of ignorance.

Thus, man...!
No wonder, you are going to rise up.
For, someone who took away the life out of you, once said,
"You are the best breed, the best amalgamation of best lineages."
You are going to rise up,
For you gained,
No, no...
For you tried hard to gain the strength to forgive your murderer.
You are going to rise up, Man.
You are the victor, Man.
Because you are great, Man.
Man...!
You are still alive.
You are going to rise up, Man...!